Quien Me Tienda La Mano Al Pasar

I remember the exact day I met you
I was stuck to the sky and barely felt you
You uncovered everything at once
and I leaped towards your open hand

I had to change into a whole person
Respectable people to deal with
a fixed schedule to follow
a diary and a set table, to grow old.

It was the perfect boring clamor
of a search to the center of the sun
burning my death.

Then with everyday facts
we projected ourselves to become three
in the hope of the one to be born
I poured all my frustrations.

While the facts had to be forced
this whole sad world tended to fail
the only stable thing is happiness
that is neither bought nor given in charity.

It was the perfect boring clamor
of a search to the center of the sun
burning my death.

It was the joy of a gray bird
with its song asking to die because it was imprisoned.
Now next to the sky I will stay
who holds my hand as I pass by
shares my luck...