Blue

Siting in the edge of my mind,
Starting to feel the cold breeze we all feel,
Shaking my head not to become blind,
And playing with myself, now I won't try to steal.

And I face the mirror once again,
This fight I try to escape to,
Trying to change everything in vain,
And realize, that I never felt so blue.

Viento de verano

Tan fragil y suave, que se hace brisa,
Para violentarse y transformarse en viento,
Soplar y hacerse un huracan,
Y hacerse una rama que vuela,
Que pasa a ser un tronco,
Que se vuelve un trozo de vidrio,
Y se hace lagrima,
Se desprende del ojo y se hace polvo,
Y vuela por la ventana,
Para volver a ser brisa.

Alas

Comienzo el viaje de nuevo,
Veo que la luz se abre paso desde mi habitacion,
Me dejo caer y cierro los ojos,
Abriendolos en otro lugar,
Volando sobre cosas que nunca vi,
Ensñandome todo lo que sabia de otra manera,
El espiral me lleva, me relaja,
Tengo un nuevo nombre, un nuevo cuerpo,
Una nueva alma, que no vive dentro mio,
Que me enseña todo lo que deberia saber,
Ella canta una melodia que nunca escuche,
Y no la puedo cantar, mi alma es mujer,
Flotamos juntos en un camino de nuevos conocimientos,
De luces, prismas, y oscuidad,
Hasta desvanecerse, y despertar,
Perdido en el lugar que mas conozco,
Sentado en donde siempre me siento,
Pero con alas que ella me dio,
Para sobrevolar cuando quiera,
La mediocridad que me rutiniza.

Siting down

So far away, listening to a piano
I sat down to watch it fall down,
Feeling the breeze running over,
Drying me up.

Remembering, almost everything,
Sharing a tea cup of joy,
Just with myself in a staircase,
Filling me up.

And as I watch him die in the distance,
A tear drops by, on the dark side of my face,
Burning my eye, and my shame,
Killing my up.

A lifetime

Somehow I got to meet you,
That blinding moment,
And in a little second I was suffering,
Lost in the colours of your eyes.

And hands together we traveled through,
Beneath the sand and over the rain,
Looking straight at the field,
Trying not to loose stregth.

Finally sleeping next to you,
Finding comfort in your shoulder,
Waking up with a fine sunlight,
Staring at you untill you sleep again.

Years by, I learnt everything,
How to make you laugh,
Make you angry, and cry,
And hold your head up, to make you laugh again.

Everything I thought I knew,
Until you began to close your eyes,
Not to sleep as before,
Just to rest and make me cry,
And leting me know,
That the only thing I lack of,
Is to learn to say good night.

Parado solo

Sintiendo solo la musica,
Parado frio en el medio de todo,
Metiendo el dedo en el unico ojo que ve,
Arruine todo lo que prepare,
Por querer prepararlo un poco mas,
Sin darme cuenta del porque,
Creyendo que solo las estrellas mueren de noche.

Stuck

Won't you invite me to dance?

What the hell are you staring at?

It's freezing out here

It's Oh! so beautiful to see her there

But I just can't help myself

I'm stuck into this floor

Don't you cry afterwards

Just take her hand

Join her in the cold of the night

She's fading in the dark now

It's getting darker here

Won't you help me?

Are you there?

It's now or never..

Yet my silence keeps me waiting

Hello I must say..

Hello there!

Wait for me

I was just, thinking

Was it that hard?

The hardest thing I could do

But you're right here now.

Una habitacion fria

Hace frio a mi alrededor,
La luz alumbra tibiamente mi habitacion,
Y la musica,
Ella de fondo habladome al oido,
Susurrando incoherencias.

Me dejo llevar, y empieza,
Ese viaje de ida y vuelta,
Profundo caigo dentro de mi propio suelo,
Y me hundo en su plenitud.

Y todo es mas tranquilo ahora,
Dudo de todo eso que pensaba que estaba ahi por algo,
Ella sube y empieza a tocar el cielo,
Y abro mis ojos en la nebulosa.

Giro, doy vueltas y me abraza,
Me lleva, me golpea, me sana,
Trato de escapar, pero estoy demasiado adentro,
Tan gloriosamente adentro.

Como una rafaga de frio,
Se diluye ese manto que me abraza,
Quedo solo en mi fria habitacion,
Esperando que esa nube de psicodelia,
Me invite de nuevo a bailar.

Solo una tarde

Nacio en una cuna de cristal,
La mañana mas suave que vi,
Y con un futuro casi tangible,
Atrincherada tan confortablemente.

Sus ojos verdes, miraban por arriba,
Pero siempre aparecia ese titere,
Sonriendo, dando vueltas,
Y ella, mirando su cuna, cada vez mas grande.

Dia tras dia, mes y mes, mirando,
Papa y mama no venian tan seguido,
El titere se adueñaba del alba y el ocaso,
Y la cuna era cada vez mas fria.

Un vaso de vino al piso,
Y el llanto deseperado de alguien,
El titere yacia tirado en el suelo,
La puerta de la cuna se abrio.

Su futuro desvanece, la cuna se opaca,
Los ojos lagrimean, mientras la luna se muestra,
La puerta esta abierta,
El futuro cerrado.

Bronca que reconforta

Una tragedia mas en una mañana mas,
El cielo se tiño de rojo,
Y las lagrimas son la prueba mas feaciente,
Una tragedia mas.

Y la tristeza de haber perdido a alguien,
La bronca, la impotencia y la ignorancia,
Pero el, detras de todos sonrie,
Parece estar calmado.

Te toca el hombro, y sentis un escalofrio,
Te susurra en el oido, y te sentis aliviado,
Trata de secarte las lagrimas, pero no puede,
Extrañanemte dejas de llorar.

Te abraza, se despide,
Y ese vacio, se llena de esperanza,
La bronca te reconforta,
Y de pronto nada suena como una depedida.

Nuestra luz

Abri los ojos despacio, hay mucha luz aca,
Te estamos esperando hace tiempo, y finalmente,
Que sensacion indescriptible la de alcanzar una meta,
Esperamos tanto este momento, que no sabemos que decir.

Ya va a haber tiempo para preguntas, recostate,
Fue un viaje largo, y esas heridas seguro siguen doliendo,
Preparate, hay muchas cosas que no sabias,
Y nosotros, somos la respuesta.

Bienvenida al Plan, seguro sabes de que hablamos
La luz al final del camino, es la misma que te cego,
No puedo prometerte que va a ser facil, ni tampoco agradable,
Pero es que esta todo tan mezclado.

La verdad, la mentira, la historia,
La luz al final del camino, y no la de la entrada a nuestra casa,
Y nosotros, ¿Que somos nosotros?
Simplemente, la respuesta a todas tus preguntas.

La ciudad

Que sensacion tan estupida es realmente,
La de correr solo por el monte,
Cada paso mas lejos de ese punto,
Llegar a sentir que podemos volar, Por Dios!!.

Es cuestion de abrir los ojos, y dejar de correr,
Ver que no es verde lo que nos rodea,
Es bastante mas gris de lo que pensas.

Es extraño pensar eso

El viento sopla mas fuerte, te tira atras,

Llueve y no moja, duele, golpea, lastima mucho.

La gente, te rodea, pero no mira, no para,

Grita!, Quien te va a escuchar, son sordos,

Y una lagrima golpea el suelo, y las manos se congelan.

Todo sigue su rumbo, no intentes correr las vías,

El tren solo para en la estacion.

Si abris o cerras los ojos todo es igual,

Si hablas o callas, nadie escucha realmente,

Corre, camina o intenta volar,

¿Quien se atreve a colgarte la soga al cuello?

Y levanta la cabeza, abri los ojos,

La ciudad esta tan por debajo,

Nadie es dueño y nadie obliga.

Find your way home

And of course we're separate again,
So I miss you, just like he miss his life,
Go, ask everyone in this land,
Try to look at the stars,
To breath another air,
Try to find confort in the night,
Form shapes with the clouds,
To draw a smile in the sun,
You don't have the slightest idea,
Of what it means to miss and walk alone,
Feeling alone and lost,
In another place, far away from here,
Those eyes that watched me for that first time,
Won't watch anyone again,
Because I kept them with me, down in my soul.

Big Sleeper

You big sleeper,
Don't you see you're missing something clerarer?
The chances are sinking deeper
Oh! you big sleeper.

What is going on night tripper?
Don't stay up until the fog is thiker
Turn it down to the speaker
Please don't turn into a night tripper.

Turinig around to make the day quicker,
Avoiding it just like a good sneaker,
You're turning this into something bigger,
Please turn around and leave you big dreamer.

She has to wait

And is darker in the night,
This candle is burning fast, too fast,
And as this candle burns she thinks,
She cries, she waits, she is scared to death:
"El no vuelve hasta las doce, los chicos duermen,
Espero que le guste lo que le deje en la mesa"
So, she kisses goodbye to her children,
She watches herself in the mirror,
And for a moment, her heart freezes,
It's the door, someone it's opnening the door
"Mariela!!! que es esto?!?!"
Oh no, the food over the table is cold,
All those bruses, and marks will apear again.

Those three minutes where longer than ever,
She tries to sleep but the pain is horrible,
But she won't wake up the beast, not again,
Finally she holds her breath, and close her broken eyes
Another rutin waits for her, another day,
Another horrible lapse of suffer, another night for her to wait
She wonders, she knows the door is open,
But there are two little guys that must be protected,
She stays, she won't let them suffer as she has.

The Path

There's no need to be afraid, not again
You just close your eyes now, believe
Under this judgmental stars, fading
I hold my breath, stronger
And I shall show you the path, clearly
A longer, harder, yet beatiuful.

And you might just see this light, burning
Is this making you unconfortable? dear?
Is my hand getting harder? getting sleepy?
We're close now, and I hace to ask you one last thing
Do you know who am I?

The Upward Quest

Long ago in time I wondered through the valleys,
And i'm still wondering, carring this sleeples me,
I've being in the most tall mount of all,
And fought, we rage and anger, all of the deamons,
With my shattered sword, under a red sky,
That it's covered by grey clouds, and the sun
He refuses to come out, and I wonder
Drinking the same water everyday, from a black river,
I'm getting heavier, and the quest is getting upwards.

I'm scensless, unmercyfull and radiant,
This is almost funny, almost sick,
But i've been scared, frightened, motionless,
And I keep on fighting, just to see the sun one more time,
Just to let me and me se him for the last moment,
Return to this bizarre and violent land,
To make my scars take care of my and him,
I will take you to the sun, don't you worry,
I have spoiled blood of every enemy, He won't be a trouble,
I've beatened him before, that's why he hides,
From me and you, But when we see him again,
We will be one again, and I shall carry you no more.

In the heart of your eyes

And although this journey has ended,
I still have those two mirrors of memory,
That can make you happy or sad in a second,
Sleepy or awake, live or dead.

Black as the clouds that I carry every day,
Deep as my soul sinks in my mind,
So powerful that makes me shine,
Is the reason of my weakness.

I fall asleep in an endless dream,
Flying above everything we've pased,
Just by taking a look at your pupils,
I remember.

And it's that simle that opens thousands of hearts,
That by wondering in your white theeth,
I can be smarter and stronger,
And that's the reason of everything.

It's the only thing that I know,
Is the only thing I can remember,
The chance I had to be free,
By looking in the heart of your eyes.

Just Another Funny Good Bye

You should escape while you can,
I'm not being sane, and gradually losing my mind,
You're expecting something that has ended,
The last column of what I used to be is falling,
So run, fast, long and hard; something's about to change.

I'm running out of temptation, out of glory
This ashes won't let me breath well, you know,
And this are the ashes you try to join, but they are split
The sand is blowing with the blow you made to let it out,
Just leave this big star that's dying, he's already moved on.

Wishing you luck I dissapear in that shattered sun,
Forced to fly away in a wind ride, with no ressistance,
Be happy now, I will hear the cheers of a glory Sunday,
One world, one smile and one soul steped away from the cliff,
My grey eyes are closing up dear, stop waving this time,
I will be back, in a silent reprise.

El cielo negro

Miren nada mas, estoy solo girando,
¿Cuantas veces deberé decirte que no?
¿Y cruzando el cielo podre dejar de girar?
Estoy callendo rapidamente y no ayudas mucho ahí
jah! ¿no sabias que el cielo es negro en realidad?
Tené la delicadeza de sacar los cuchillos cuando caiga
Vengo rápido, y no creo que sirvan.

¿Y qué esperbas sentado en la silla?
¿Qué te venga a despertar?¿Qué te diga donde estaba?
Estas cadenas son solo pintadas,
No hay nada en el mundo que me detenga,
Y si solo he de caer, preparate,
Porque voy a hacer ruido y mucho,
Solo te digo una cosa, empezá a volar.