Todo A Pulmon

How hard it is for me
To keep going on this journey
Without knowing where I'm really going
If it's one way or round trip
If the frenzy is the first
If coming back is a way to arrive
How hard it is for me
To carry all this baggage
It's tough to climb as I walk
This tyrannical reality that laughs out loud
Because it expects me to tire of searching
Every note, every idea, every step in my career
And the verse of my last song
If every postponed date, the departure and the arrival
And the oxygen of my breath
And all out, all out
How hard it is for me
To stay with courage
Far from the scam and prostitution
To defend my ideology, good or bad but mine
As human as contradiction
How hard it is for me
To keep paying the toll
Of this route of madness and ambition
A friend in the race
A light and a ladder
And the strength to do it all out...