Descerebrandome El Corazon

Finding my songs,
waiting for the wait,
summarized from the return of love.

Resigning positively
what I long for, forget and ask for
without everything and nothing being able to more than me.

Still similar,
confirming my life
always lacking money... always the same
scrambling my heart
right in the middle.

Accumulated entropy
unveiling the mystery
understandably yours alone...

Painless from sadness
athletic from the problem
without below and without above
right in the middle...

Dying and revived
buried and reborn
surpassing the joy of living...
scrambling my heart
right in the middle...

At the end of the war
on the side of the earth
in the peace that lives in the eye of the cyclone...
I don't care where and when
nor how and how much
I always know I will give as I am.

There is no more time wasted
no promised future
there is nothing left... just a little more to go
scrambling my heart
surviving the next half.