Máquinas Humanas

There comes a day when we
Gradually realize
We are human machines, always running

The engine logically, is our heart
The road is time, the past is against - traffic
I live parked, in the garage of loneliness

My engine is so sensitive, it doesn't work without you
Your love my fuel, come refuel me
It's your eyes that brighten up, my road in the dark
If you delay I swear
On this road I will get lost
Please come rescue me