Todos Mortales

Don't get dizzy, it's the earth that pumps
not your feet nor your head
that spins, spins, spins on an axis taking a thousand turns
whether you want it or not, it doesn't stop for anything.

Spins, spins
Like someone running breathlessly to reach their goal
Spins, spins
Like a love that rests, wakes up, and takes you
Spins, spins
Like a comet that catches a current and flies
Spins, spins
Like clocks that warn of time and wait for it.

Spins, spins, spins
Poor and rich, all mortals
Following the same beat, beat, beat
And the same rhythms.
Spins, spins, spins
The universe with its galaxy
And you spin the same
With your fears and hopes.

How difficult it is to say no
Passion tells reason
If you look down, it punishes and disorients
If you move forward, it goes better
If you look down, it punishes and disorients...

Spins, spins... Spins, spins... Spins, spins... Spins, spins...

After all that's seen, after all that's lived
After so many turns, so much spinning and so much mess
and at the end of so many sleepless nights
all paths coincide
like muleteers we are and walkers we die.
Spins, spins... oh! what a dizziness
Spins, spins... walker, walker
Spins, spins... make your way and nothing more

Spins, spins, spins
Poor and rich, all mortals
Following the same beat, beat, beat
And the same rhythms.
Spins, spins, spins
The universe with its galaxy
And you spin the same
With your fears and hopes.