Viajante

I feel foolish like a traveler in your home
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
In the greatest heat

The passion contained, withdrawn and bare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 in your home
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
To be yours maybe
To be yours