Pasa

Here it's less cold
than on the street,
there's wood for a fire,
not much but, well,
a little bit of warmth
won't hurt.

Here there's a song
to rest us,
a space for the soul,
to feel at home,
a break on the road
nothing more.

Pass, come in
and feel that there are those who doubt like you
and nothing is revealed, nothing about the things
they've heard and despair about.
Pass, come in
and feel that there are those who doubt like you
but they embrace what they have
and rise with the strength they have left.
Pass, come in
and feel that there are those who doubt like you
but they have no other song
than the one they know and sang
and if they don't know it, they hum.

Here it's less cold
than on the street,
lips for a kiss,
ears for a dream,
the breeze that soothes
your pain.

Pass, come in
and feel that there are those who doubt like you
and nothing is revealed, nothing about the things
they've heard and despair about.
Pass, come in
and feel that there are those who doubt like you
but they embrace what they have
and rise with the strength they have left.
Pass, come in
and feel that there are those who doubt like you
but they have no other song
than the one they know and sang
and if they don't know it, they hum.
Pass, come in
no matter what happened because it will be
what it will be and you will find some way
to pass through that door.
Pass, come in
after some stumble some color
will draw what is needed
to stand up again
and not lose strength.
Pass, come in
and feel that there are those who doubt like you
but they have no other song
than the one they know and sang
and if they don't know it, they hum.