Un Corazón Tendido Al Sol

Though I'm a poor devil, I almost always tell the truth
Like a blazing fire, I always wanted to be who I'm not
Time doesn't pass by your side, the clock doesn't exist
It doesn't make sense between you and me

I leave blood on the paper and everything I write
The next day I would break if it weren't because I believe in you
Despite everything, you make me live
You make me write leaving a trace of my soul
And each verse is a shred of skin
I'm a heart laid bare in the sun
I'm a heart laid bare in the sun

Though I'm a poor devil, the day dawns and I start walking
Impossible to be moral, I also know how to keep faithfulness
I know who true friends are, I know where they are
They never ask for anything and always give

I leave blood . . .