El Sonido de La Lluvia

How sweet is the sound of the rain
Of memories, of fears, of doubt
How tender is that collapse that helps me to
Remember who I am when no one else listens
Acting right in what fits in the word
Savoring time in ups and downs
Pushing my mind to expand more and more
And my body enduring unbalanced routines

Taking seriously words that are just jokes
Talking less when anger wraps around me
Thinking too much about the emptiness that accompanies me
While we unite to the beat of a single dance

I’m tired of what my eyes have seen
Frosty mornings, the urge to owe it all
I’m tired of running just to breathe
And seeing how this despair no one understands

Ah, it tastes like shit that I herd the swarm
I want to see mom happy, not just not hungry
That’s why I take seriously not lying down
Tomorrow will be better, yesterday’s attempt doesn’t count

It’s necessary to balance certain loads
Value my effort, recognize my faults
Watch my words, especially if they’re sung
I don’t want them to sound expensive, I want them to sound clear

The mud our red carpet, of fear
The great paradox, that rubble reflects stories
That were, a beautiful work

How sweet is the sound of the rain
Of memories, of fears, of doubt
How tender is that collapse that helps me to
Remember who I am when no one else listens

How sweet is the sound of the rain
Of memories, of fears, of doubt
How tender is that collapse that helps me to
Remember who I am when no one else listens

I’ve fallen, I’ve won, I’ve lost, I’ve cried, I thought I’d grow
And I got stuck
I went on a trip, came back to lose
I got up without having faith
I was surprised by what was and apparently
I’m tired, I’m tired

Of the normal absurd monotony
Of overworking, and being a guest at home
Of pretending to be strong when it’s clear it hurts
And feeling like I can’t give more for the damn melancholy
I felt I was doing well and I exploded, but I understood that’s how I matured
If I walked, if I stumbled, if I tried
If I didn’t learn, I didn’t do it right apparently
I’m tired, I’m tired

If I unload it’s because there’s no other way out
Not recognizing myself is part of my day
Maybe it’s me who’s still wrong
But there’s no other option, the melody trapped me
And I’ll let myself go to see what it offers
Maybe in the end it’s what I should’ve always done
Make peace with my own alter ego
Hand over the keys and let it take charge now

The mud our red carpet, of fear
The great paradox, that rubble reflects stories
That were, a beautiful work

How sweet is the sound of the rain
Of memories, of fears, of doubt
How tender is that collapse that helps me to
Remember who I am when no one else listens

How sweet is the sound of the rain
Of memories, of fears, of doubt
How tender is that collapse that helps me to
Remember who I am when no one else listens

NKISS