Tratando De Crecer

As a Catalan said, I'm trying to grow
And not to settle down, neighborhood kid, good trooper in
The game
Another member of the desperate circus
A point on a planet, a bug that walks
Oh, oh, oh

The chords of a war in B flat still resonate
Without any melody, a mother names her
Little Macho
And so the flowers grow next to the thistles
And they defeat the storms, and they fall and rise
How you

I still get excited by certain voices
I still believe in looking into the eyes
I still have in mind to change something
Still already thank God still
The sun burns the tongues of lizards
The truth is good poison for the guts
There are still many people who are alive
Still and thank God still
Multiplying, is the task, is the task

As a carnival song, it got into the pocket
A little heaven for my children, a new and good time
Brushing in other ways, pulling a little more
To the strong colors, where the sea greets everyone
Where a kiss is common currency

I still get excited by certain voices