Mi vida es un absurdo

I wonder if anyone can tell me,
what this emptiness inside me will be,
I wonder if anyone can explain to me,
the sadness I carry inside and can't shake off.

Because next to the subtle feeling of being alone,
it bothers me to be living

My life is absurd
for how you are living yours,
for how you think.

I wonder if anyone has already experienced,
the complications it brings,
the storms my poor heart can endure,
then the tranquility.

And then I convince myself that this is what I want,
there are no longer obstacles hindering my flight,
I don't have to search for you anymore and I prefer it.

Sometimes,
I can't understand things like this,
sometimes,
I want you not to be mine.

What will it be, what will it be, what will it be, that I feel light,
that attacks me, touches my wings, lifts me off the ground...
off the ground.

I dreamed one day of my freedom,
it crosses the clouds over the city,
reaching quickly a new awakening
and launching itself to get lost in the vastness.

Existence seeking a love like yours,
is the essence for which...

My life is absurd
for how you are living yours,
for how you think.

I dreamed one day of my freedom,
I dreamed one day of my freedom,
of my freedom.