Cosquillas Al Cielo

There are no masks if I lie sometimes, if there are tears they are not always my sorrows,
The night usually starts from my feet, to play some races with time,
And sadness lives in my suitcase, and in the afternoon I play my guitar, don't worry,
The soul doesn't age, if you take nostalgia as a muse.
And I usually walk alone in the streets, I like to walk my solitudes on foot,
And sometimes I get depressed without noticing, you can ask that bench.
But if one day I don't escape from fate, if melancholy takes part,
Your mouth is very friendly with oblivion, and fear when you're around is a coward,
Don't leave secrets in the flight, and lock memories away,
There are plenty of excuses to tickle the sky.
Tickling the sky, about fate, when the moon dies of jealousy,
Tickling the sky, tickling the sky,
When silence screams lies to the four winds.