De Los Pagos Del Tiempo

From the payments of time I have arrived,
and to the payments of time I must continue.
Gathering flocks of tired shames,
to offer the breath of a feeling.

And in the fields of no one to shepherd,
the favor that has been left alone.
And in the posts of hunger
I'll cut the wire,
so no one feels cornered.

I might endure until I arrive,
this load of dreams that I've mounted.
To carry slowly
without tricks or shouts,
my tired shames.

Or in the crossroads of a path
destiny will find me
chewing on my soul
Chewing on my soul
Chewing on my soul

From the payments of time I have arrived
and to the payments of time I must continue.
Never say it's never,
hope is shattered
when a man wrinkles in suffering.

If the emptiness hurts from not being,
and feeling is never anything to know.
If doubt grows,
consciousness softens
and living is distance.

Or in the crossroads of a path,
destiny will find me
chewing on my soul,
chewing on my soul,
chewing on my soul.