Brújula

Will the storm go away even if you look at me?
Will someone else arrive while you forget me?

There will be no more music, no more dancing, suddenly
And even if the compass doesn't know where you are
I will be particles that come out of your mind
Maybe, in the search, you can forgive me

Maybe
The mist doesn't explain well
That everything will clear up in the end
Endorphins will come
To make us release what oppresses

There will be no more music, no more dancing, suddenly
And even if the compass doesn't know where you are
I will be particles that come out of your mind
Maybe, in the search, you can forgive me

There will be no more music, no more dancing, suddenly
And even if the compass doesn't know where you are
I will be particles that come out of your mind
Maybe, in the search, you can forgive me