Mil Maneras

He was not empty, he had sadness in his mind
It wasn't bad people, it was loneliness
It depends on the color with which your lens is regulated
How he is going to look at life

Almost without knowing it, he deceives himself without remorse
And his thought hostage to a disraz
Better get distracted if that trip comes
Just let it pass and that's it
But that corridor will have its end

Listen to the love that is in a thousand ways
You never know which one will get you
You can produce it or reproduce it
And the pain goes away and relief comes
Sometimes we are delirious
And it becomes difficult to get help
You can hide from your problems
But if we face it, the pain goes away

And if you see the sun, its brightness can burn you
You just have to know with what eyes to look
Its light, its warmth, use them and go beyond

Listen to the love that is in a thousand ways
You never know which one will get you
You can produce it or reproduce it
And the pain goes away and relief comes
Sometimes we are delirious
And it becomes difficult to get help
You can hide from your problems
But if we face it, the pain goes away