A Mi Edad

I'm a big fake while I pretend joy
You a big skeptic when you fake sympathy
Like an earthquake in a desert that
Everything collapses and nobody sees that I'm already dead

Everyone knows that in case of danger
Only those who know how to fly very well are saved
So excluding pilots, clouds, eagles, planes
And angels, there's only you left
And I wonder what you'll do
Now that no one will come to save you
A thousand compliments for the life of a champion
Insults for the trace of a mistake

And I feel like someone who still knows how to cry at my age
And I always thank those who know how to cry at night at my age
And my life, you who have given me so much
Pain true love everything
But thanks to those who always know how to forgive the door at my age

Certainly easy has never been, never
I observed life as a blind person does
Because what is said sometimes hurts
But what is written can hurt to death

And I feel like someone who still knows how to cry at my age
And I always thank those who know how to cry at night at my age
And my life, you who have given me so much
Pain true love everything
But thanks to those who always know how to forgive the door at my age

And may life reserve for you what is useful, I hope
That you will cry for ugly things and beautiful things and that
Without resentment your fear becomes your cure
The lost joy returns now and because
Because only the chaos of rhetoric
Confuses and modifies historical coherence and
And because God has suggested to me that I have forgiven you
And what He says... I do
At my age
At night at my age