Blanca Ironía

Oh, oh, oh
Uh, uh, uh, uh

So many things are gone
So many others will come
Nothing lasts forever
Some go and others come
I know I can say today, without hurting, without lying
Those who don’t live in this life, between grief and dreams

This is how life is, yeah, what irony
Always talking without words
It either caresses us or tears us apart
Too much, too much or differently the same

Dressed up in a disguise
We let ourselves get caught
By the nets of memory
And the jellyfish of torment

This is how life is, yeah, what irony
We live and die for dreams
Big or small

And how possible it is to feel faint
In the dark or under the sun
In this strange reality
Cold storm of the unpredictable
You’ll strip me down, you’ll tear me apart
And in the end, you’ll set me free, oh

This is how life is, yeah, what irony
We live and die for dreams
Big or small
Those who stop dreaming announce their end, nananana

And how possible it is to feel faint
In the dark or under the sun
In this strange reality
Cold storm of the unpredictable
You’ll strip me down, you’ll tear me apart
And in the end, you’ll set me free
Too much, too much or differently the same