Conciencia Contrareloj

It's getting late, a beggar yells at me
And I keep digging in the sand
Today I can't fight, today I postpone again
And once again, my conscience is rotting away

Some say it's all over
Others say life is long
Your time is one and mine too
And against the clock, I'm loving your skin

This minute, this second
This dream, this day
This minute, this second
This dream, this day, oh, oh, oh

I don't want you to be my mirror
But I do want you to react in time
Today I can't fight, today I postpone again
But today, tomorrow there will be a thousand fewer voices

This minute, this second
This dream, this day
This minute, this second
This dream, this day, oh, oh, oh

It's good for change!