Confesión

I come from a land
That is full of heart and will
I dream of the day
When there is enough reason to sing

I have two excuses waiting for me
To gift me their gaze
I have more rewards each time
I have fewer words each time

I come from a country,
From a region that is enchanted
By the natives who refuse
To distance themselves from their race

I've spent twenty years
Learning to appreciate it
And in my childhood days
It seemed to have more magic

I have a thousand excuses waiting for me
To gift me their gaze
I have more rewards each time
I have fewer words each time

I have a heart
That never tires of missing it
So many dreams and hopes
That remain in the soul

I have a country
Crossed in my throat
That doesn't let me leave
Getting used to the distance

I come from a country,
From a region that is enchanted
By the natives who refuse
To distance themselves from their race

I have a country
Crossed in my throat
That doesn't let me leave
Getting used to the distance

I come from a land
That is full of heart and will.