Como El Água y Aceite

How difficult it is to believe
When the sun rises
With every morning
Everything goes out

But how beautiful it is
Knowing that I can still understand
What have I come for?
Because I'm still alive
Although I don't know what I am

How difficult it is
Accepting that I am afraid of everything
How difficult it is
Recognize it in its form and mode
How difficult it is
Try to be yourself
When you are in the abyss
Knowing that you are everything
And nothingness

If we call the Moon Moon
And to death, death
How can it be?
That when I look in the mirror
I don't know who he is
That one who looks at me and doesn't know that his thought is only
A mixture of barriers that hide their being

Like water and oil

And time is running out
The hours are drops
That fall into a glass
That is the pace that is going
They sow my infinity
Of frost and granite
In my loneliness

How difficult it is
Accepting that I am afraid of everything
How difficult it is
Recognize it in its form and mode
How difficult it is
Try to be yourself
When you are in the abyss
Knowing that you are everything
And nothingness

If we call the Moon Moon
And to death, death
How can it be?
That when I look in the mirror
I don't know who he is
That one who looks at me and doesn't know that his thought is only
A mixture of barriers that hide their being

Like water and oil

That the world is upside down
No problem
That you feel lonely
No problem
What are you afraid of being?
No problem
That you suffer without reason
No problem
That you don't want to look
No problem
That will never happen, and nothing happens

In this crazy world
Where we are not few
Those of us who think we don't belong to it
And we are here to recover some subject
That we left pending
I'm afraid it's love that's pending

Well, as I feel it
The further thought moves away from the law of matter
Turning my life into something ethereal
And finally forgetting
My personal war to exist
I feel that my steps
They were never entirely mine

And perhaps, maybe, the path was marked
And although clumsy, I was always
To see without interest
Unbecoming of a singer-songwriter whose home is his song
And he sells it without any duplicity
What a beautiful teacher life is
That repeats the exam until you finally pass it

And without it is not in this life
We will do it in the next one
I will be one more student, forever
Now that I know where love is cool
In the present, in the now