Despues de Todos Estos Años
Hernaldo Zuñiga
After All These Years
The night has come and I'm in my bed
Looking through the window
I meet my thoughts
And some desire to escape.
There are no tricks here to pretend
Or adjust the situation
It's always scary to face
The truth, without protection.
After all these years
It's worrying to realize
That the balance is poor and I've remained like this
Without a fundamental love.
And I got scared to see myself alone
Even hearing myself breathe
And realizing that I still have gas
To light myself up and illuminate.
It could be that happiness
Is never caught
It lives freely, clandestine
And by whim, it leaves the same.
After all these years
It's worrying to realize
That the balance is poor and I've remained like this
Without a fundamental love.
And I got scared to see myself alone
Even hearing myself breathe
And realizing that I still have gas
To light myself up and illuminate.
