Viaje Al Centro de Mi Corazón

"There is no better vehicle than words!
Shinoflow!...To get where I'm going.......

I'm on this journey to the center of my heart
riding on the sound of a whistle that conquered me.
Sometimes the illusion fades,
I lose my colors when facing the toughest reality.
I wanted to enter through your gaze
and I know I'll return through the path of tears.
That's what it's like to be an intruder in the use of the most insipid love,
that even joy asks me every day
if I almost forgot that I can't ignore it...
I tell it that sadness is the one that kisses me best
when the night begins and I don't think of anything else.
You leave and I don't want you to come back
but since I wait for you time has become rougher.
I took the hook out of my mouth
and talked to the cigarette butts you left in every ashtray
but they didn't know anything about it,
they only knew a little about the remains of your kisses
the smoke of your body
the imperfection of the longing that memories grant us.

[chorus]
I go to the center of my heart...
To tell it: listen to me!
I want it to beat, to bother me...
If it stopped... I wouldn't know what to do.
I want it to beat, to bother me...
If it stopped... I wouldn't know what to do.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I enter through my eyes,
I try to sneak to the bottom of everything
and there are only words that my tongue didn't tell you.
That's my gaze, inside, I warn you
Under the nasal orifice
I safely escape from a tear with a deadly leap.
I go inside myself,
to see where the heck love has hidden.
I reached the heart and it told me:
who are you fooling? Remove my cobwebs.
Listen to my beats because they are the wisest voice
and forget about reason because it contradicts me.
Bye! I say goodbye, I'm leaving, see you later!
Lately, I only smile at the dentist.
It's not that I like being sad,
but dreams are made of such sensitive material...
From the drinking water of your tears, with which I gargle,
we had reasons before you messed them up.
Now what will you do, my dear?
If all your joy has stayed between my sheets...

[chorus]
I go to the center of my heart...
To tell it: listen to me!
I want it to beat, to bother me...
If it stopped... I wouldn't know what to do.
I want it to beat, to bother me...
If it stopped... I wouldn't know what to do.