El Rompeolas
Zeta (Venezuela)
The Breakwater
The breakwater is strong
Made of stones and distance
The wind blows against it
The whole world is blowing
And it would blow too
If it could be the wind
The breakwater is afraid
The breakwater is afraid
A heart that heals fear
Of distance, it grows bigger
Between us there always exists
A way to come back
Considering the time to return
It's never easy to love without fear, to rain inside, to come back home
