La Colina de La Vida

Almost nothing feels temporary to me
Everything hangs on my dreams
And settles on my back
And so I calmly climb the hill
Of life.

I never think I'm at the top or in glory,
That's a big ghost
Created by past generations,
Stuck on the road of life.

Reality sleeps alone in a grave
And walks sadly through the dreams of the good.
Reality dances alone in the lie
And in a pocket has love and joys,
A god of fantasies,
War and poetry.

I have everything to see and believe,
To ignore or not believe
And many times I find myself lonely
Crying on the threshold of life.

I seek to find my footing in an upside-down world
I look for a good friend
So I won't get caught one day,
Fearing to find her dead
To life.

Reality sleeps alone in a grave
And walks sadly through the dreams of the good.
Reality dances alone in the lie
And in a pocket has love and joys,
A god of fantasies,
War and poetry.