La Colina De La Vida

Almost, almost nothing is temporary for me,
everything depends on my dreams
And they fit on my back and so I climb
very calmly the hill of life
I never believe I'm at the top or in glory,
that's a big ghost
created by generations, it will pass
Stuck on the threshold of life.

Reality dances alone at a funeral
And walks sadly through the dream of the kindest.
Reality dances alone in the lie
And in a pocket it holds love and joys,
a God of fantasies, war and poetry

I have everything to see and believe
To overlook or desire
And many times I find myself lonely
Crying on the threshold of life
I seek to find my place in the upside-down world
I seek a good friend
So that one day I won't be caught
fearing to find life dead.

Reality sleeps alone at a funeral
And walks sadly through the dream of the kindest.
Reality dances alone in the lie
And in a pocket it holds love and joys,
a God of fantasies, war and poetry