Emparedado

Blank pages; sleepless nights...
and so I spend my whole life.
I know I protest, don't pay attention to me;
I, in my own way, never fail.
I am the scriptwriter of my only novel
and I always win, and I marry the good one.
I will lose not finding my role.
Sandwiched, or up on the rooftops,
or I don't understand it, or I understand it too much;
or I have everything, or everything slips away.

I want to get lost. Now I will dream...
I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping!
Finally, I found it, this is my role
and there's nothing written. There's nothing written!
Let spring arrive,
and so I spend my whole life.
Today I feel anger, and today I'm afraid;
now I miss you, and now I have you.