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How hard it is for me
To keep myself on this journey
Without knowing where I'm really going
If it's one way or round trip
If the van is the first
If returning is a way to arrive

How hard it is for me
To carry all this baggage
The climb becomes tough as I walk
This tyrannical reality
That laughs out loud
Because it expects me to tire of searching

Every drop, every idea
Every step in my career
And the verse of my last song
Every postponed date
The departure and the arrival
And the oxygen of my breath
And all with lungs...
...all with lungs...

How hard it is for me
To stay with courage
Away from deceit and prostitution
Defend my dialogue
Good or bad but mine
As human as contradiction

How hard it is for me
To keep paying toll
On this route of madness and ambition
A friend in the race
A light and a ladder
And the strength to do everything with lungs

Every drop, every idea
Every step in my career
And the verse of my last song
Every postponed date
The departure and the arrival
Of the oxygen of my breath
And all with lungs...
...all with lungs...