La ventana
Buena Fe
The Window
Open the window
To what tomorrow will bring
An eternal song
Of joy and emotion
Dreams of poets
Struggling with the trick
In front of a verse
Submitting our passion
Puppets that fly
Sneakers that sneak in
Through the cracks
That are in our hearts
And a brush paints
The nobility
That cradles
In the soul of the young creator.
Because a song
Can be a kiss
It can be a caress
Also the edge of a blade
Because after the attempt
Good faith is never lacking.
And in gathering
The angels choose
The purest
They infect it with the future
And with communication
Beyond any date
They will always shoot the arrow
The one that pushes,
The one that announces,
The one that lights up,
Or the one that always.
The window opens
To what tomorrow will bring
An eternal song
Of joy and emotion
Dreams of poets
Struggling with the trick
In front of a verse
Submitting our passion
Puppets that fly
Sneakers that sneak in
Through the cracks
That are in our hearts
And a brush paints
The nobility
That cradles
In the soul of the young creator.
