Viajante

I feel foolish like a traveler
Through your house, a bird without wings, king of cowardice
And if I keep so many emotions in this cold cauldron
It's because fear burns where love used to blaze
Gentleness in my heart bringing respect
That I wanted so much to tear down for good
To be yours maybe, to be yours maybe
But the traveler is maybe a coward
Or maybe it's too late to shout that it burns with the greatest heat
The passion contained, retracted and bare
Running in the room when I see you lying
When I see you quiet, when I see you tired, when I see you in the air
Maybe waiting from this traveler
Something he also hopes to receive
And break the fences we insist on defending ourselves with
I feel foolish like a traveler
Through your house, a bird without wings, king of cowardice
And if I keep so many emotions in this cold cauldron
It's because fear burns where love used to blaze
Gentleness in my heart bringing respect
That I wanted so much to tear down for good
To be yours maybe, to be yours maybe