Mírate

Look at yourself, hey
The tightrope walker's wheel and the needles are still spinning
Spinning, my hope and my 'I love yous' are waiting for you
Waiting, the ice is melting
It's the last drink
In the glass, the words we promised each other remain
Promises that arrive barefoot if you're not with me
And with me, the world we built can't be endured

Tell me who swore to me a thousand times that it was forever
For what, if forever was never and never was destiny
How was it if we never wrote our destiny
Look at me, writing dreams to see you again
Look at yourself, hey

The rain, the wind, the cold, and the storm are ending
They end when someone knows they're searching
And searching, I found a life I had lost
Lost among the thousand stories happening to me
Those who don't dare to live flying pass by
And flying, I woke up from everything that had happened

Tell me who forced me to think that something is forever
For what, if forever was never and never was destiny
How was it if we never wrote our destiny
Look at me, I know that fear dirties what it sees, look at yourself

There's no braver excuse than the one that never was
And there's no future more uncertain than the fear of everything
That could be
Look at yourself, hey