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Again dawn came and night fell
Alone in his wandering, searching for a warm breath
And not to fall, to be guided by a faithful heartbeat, you blasphemous fool
And not fall
He lacks willpower and will fall
And not fall
He walks dejectedly, illuminated by the light of old streetlights.
Unreason, an animal that doesn't need water.
A slow howl, it comes from deep within him
How difficult is it
He arrives at an alley with a hundred closed doors.
All he can do is grope his way around, just search
Escape from those landscapes of thunder and cardboard
From that false place with its false splendor
Always wandering, scratched like a '62 vinyl record
"I give what I give," you insist.
One foot in front of the other, moving forward in search of a solution
Needing to correct your mistakes, your thoughtlessness
Sunbathe yourself, rediscover yourself in a mirror
Elevate your pain and let it fade into the clouds
Let the rains and winds take it away.
Let the birds of the sky take him away.
Nothing is easy here
Life is for you today, a hundred closed doors
Nothing is easy here
You only have your voice if you manage to raise it.
You have it, you have your voice
You are not alone, you have your voice
You have it, you have your voice
You are not alone, you have your voice
You are not alone, you have your voice
You must find peace within yourself.
