Mil Maneras

He wasn't empty, he had sadness in his mind
Not a bad guy, just loneliness
It depends on the color with which he regulates his lens
On how he will look at life

Almost unknowingly he deceives himself without remorse
And his thoughts held hostage by a disguise
He better distracts himself if that journey comes
Let it pass and that's it
But that hallway will have its end

Listen to love, it comes in a thousand ways
You never know which one will reach you
You can produce it or reproduce it
And the pain goes away, relief comes
Sometimes we are in delirium
And it's hard to get help
You can hide from your problems
But if we face them, the sorrow goes away

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

Listen to love, it comes in a thousand ways
You never know which one will reach you
You can produce it or reproduce it
And the pain goes away, relief comes
Sometimes we are in delirium
And it's hard to get help
You can hide from your problems
But if we face them, the sorrow goes away