A Batir Las Alas

Tired of giving explanations
Tired of singing against the clock
The target doesn't have my name
Yet, they aim at my heart

I don't intend to please everyone
I prefer the details of imperfection
I don't want to miss a second
There are many thieves in music

To flap the wings, to bite the apple
I will sing to love, as many times as necessary
You and I feel the same
If I turn off the fame lights

To flap, to flap the wings
I dream whatever I want, inside and outside my bed
If you don't know what you want
Don't blame me for your anger

I leave fear in the inkwell
I am more patient than I thought
Pushing each other for who goes first
Is falling before climbing

There's no endless story
And we don't live in ivory towers
Protect yourself from the cowards
Who bite before applauding

To flap the wings, to bite the apple
I will sing to love, as many times as necessary
You and I feel the same
If I turn off the fame lights

To flap, to flap, to flap the wings
I dream whatever I want, inside and outside my bed
If you don't know what you want
Don't blame me for your anger

If you don't know who you are
Don't blame me for your anger