Quisiera

I wish I could be less complicated and more understood
That the audience could grasp more clearly what I write and say

I wish I could be less complicated and more understood
That the audience could grasp more clearly what I write and say
But my eardrum is already strained
From hearing mediocre lyrics, lacking any sense

I wish I could be born again, be a child once more
Not worry about the evil I’m about to face
So I wouldn’t have to see my family pass away
And not understand a world that’s so thirsty for power

Just to complain when I feel hungry
And when I feel scared, find refuge in someone’s arms
Just play, laugh without thinking about survival
Innocent in this vile world, just be happy

I wish I could be a bird and swim in the skies
Fly over the seas, meditate on skyscrapers
I wish I could be the drizzle, a gentle rain on the ground
That makes fruits grow in deserts and in icy cold

I wish I could be a leafy tree, strong roots in the grass
That, the color of my eyes, paint all its branches
That, over my feet, poets compose who recite
Lyrics that demand respect and not just fame

I wish I could go back to the past and see corrected
Mistakes I made that now cost me dearly
I wish I could go to the future and see myself as an old man
Return to the present aware and fix the wrongs

I wish I could be time and stop if I’m happy
Stroll in joys, run in sufferings
I wish I could be talent and escape this body
Enter the mind of the listener so they understand what I feel

I wish I could be less complicated and more understood
That the audience could grasp more clearly what I write and say
But my eardrum is already strained
From hearing mediocre lyrics, lacking any sense

Because few understand me, sometimes I think I speak in vain
I don’t know anyone who would put their hand in the fire for me
Brothers come when they hear my tunes
But if I didn’t sing, how many hands would I shake?

I wish I could be the truth and kill the lie
Have the will not to cry when I feel anger
I wish betrayals didn’t cause wounds
And with a raised fist, they’d value my words

I wish I could be the wind and carry away foolish words
Be the good thought in the conscience of the thinker
That respect is earned and doesn’t understand that appearance
Is worth less than the love in the lining of their pants

I wish I could be less complicated and more understood
That the audience could grasp more clearly what I write and say
But my eardrum is already strained
From hearing mediocre lyrics, lacking any sense

I wish I were smart enough to beat death at chess
And not pay by abducting innocents
Or to forever trap the genie in the lamp
That grants wishes for revenge, but nothing for peace

I don’t want to be a big shot, just a normal guy
Who wants to fill hollow minds with ideas
Of those who don’t look beyond what’s on their tracks
If they call themselves artists

I wish I could be less complicated and more understood
That the audience could grasp more clearly what I write and say
But my eardrum is already strained
From hearing mediocre lyrics, lacking any sense

Brothers come when they hear my tunes
But if I didn’t sing, tell me how many hands would I shake?