Marioneta / Un Hombre Con Suerte

Deep inside
From here of my being
There is a part that
You can't see
That feels like it vibrates
Who knows how to be faithful
He who screams, he who quarrels
Who is also faithful

Which is also sad
Who knows how to cry
Who is not satisfied with solitude
What is a human being like?
So many more than
It's a seagull
Who wants to fly

And I am truly inside
And outside
The one who always dreams
He who knows how to love
The one with the morning eyes
Sad is he who cannot stand
The cruel loneliness

And I am really a puppet
Who has a happy face
Who comes on stage with him
Dead soul but has
The craft of knowing how to sing