El Viaje
Orihen
The Journey
Everything always so easy, queen of imagination
You fly over a valley or sleep inside a flower
With gray eyes and cardboard pupils
You warm your throat with liquor made of sun water
The temperature rises, igniting your sweat
The journey was better than the arrival
Yesterday the moon fell, saw her when she cried
The wild theater begins, raise that curtain
Unleashed neurons, world of palpitation
The street ready for your final performance
Releasing another verse, brave and captivating
You arrived first to take the ovation
The temperature rises, igniting your sweat
The journey was better than the arrival
Yesterday the moon fell, saw her when she cried
When the show ended, the road disappeared
Searching for another direction, adrift
Adrift, alone and directionless
You were so big and small after the performance
Voices silenced inside your chin
Hands tied, plucking the flower
You run so slow that you see what she saw
The whole journey full of emotion
Upon arrival, there's nothing but a glance
Yesterday the moon fell, saw it when she cried
