Todo a Pulmón

How difficult it is for me to stay 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 another way to arrive

How difficult it is for me to carry all this luggage
A climb becomes tough as I walk
This tyrannical reality that laughs out loud
Because it expects me to tire of searching

Every note, 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
With all my heart, with all my heart

How difficult it is for me to stay with courage
Away from the deceit and prostitution
Defending my ideology, good or bad but mine
As human as contradiction

How difficult it is for me to keep paying the toll
Of this route of madness and ambition
A friend in the race, a light and a ladder
And the strength to do everything with all my heart

Every note, 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
With all my heart, with all my heart...