A Cara o Cruz

Chance is the perfect metaphor
For those who seek inspiration in sadness
Destiny is the stealthy alibi
For those who want it all and never get it right

While the future shows its profile
The present struggles with death
Like someone risking everything
Like a coin tossed in the wind
Always playing, always betting

Heads or tails, at the crossroads
You review the things that could have happened
And were suspended, to see them
Spinning in the wind

Heads or tails, you risked the kisses
The dreams, the tears, and the mortal torture
Of ignoring the future, and choosing the love of
Your life

Heads or tails
While time slips away at the window

While the coin spins in the wind
A kiss perfumes your existence
Woman with a heart torn in two
Tell me to which half I belong

What for you is a tremendous crossroads
For me is to love uncertainty
What for you is a fresh start
For me is a beginning or an end
Always playing, always betting

Heads or tails, at the crossroads
You review the things that could have happened
And were suspended, to see them
Spinning in the wind

Heads or tails, you risked the kisses
The dreams, the tears, and the mortal torture
Of ignoring the future, and choosing the love of
Your life

Heads or tails
While time slips away at the window