Es Algo Personal

Why do stars shine but not be seen?
And there are places I could never know?
Today I'll strip off so much stupidity,
It's worth not enduring this disguise anymore
You just come as you are, I'll take
a soul of rags, a soul of paper.
Teach me again to watch the sunset
and maybe despite so many shadows in the end I don't know..
Maybe it turns out well and the evening smiles again
silver splashing us in the seas.
And the scent of that flower floats in the air,
And the magic of dusk spills at our feet
And the sky fills with color

That intense blue sky that someone stole from us,
those gigantic seas
that the small soul of some animals killed.
My universe goes for them
and for all of you who raise your voice
I consider evil as something ours, as something personal

That the small soul of some animals killed..
And for all of you who raise your voice
I consider evil as something ours, as something personal

And I wonder if there where we can't see anymore
Are the clouds the same at sunset?
I say to know if when I think of you
at that same moment you'll think of me too

Maybe it turns out well and the evening smiles again,
silver splashing us in the seas.
And the scent of that flower floats in the air,
And the magic of dusk spills at our feet
And the sky fills with color

That intense blue sky that someone stole from us,
those gigantic seas
that the small soul of some animals killed.
My universe goes for them
and for all of you who raise your voice
I consider evil as something ours, as something personal

Of sky that someone stole from us..
The small soul of some animals killed
I consider evil as something ours...