Only passion aspires perfection
Love, knows perfectly the ups and downs.
It loves at the vísceras of death
And at the pinnacles of happiness.

It´s soft at the valley
Where waters made its way through
And insuperable for men to fight against.

It´s difficult to love when we are down,
It´s like having nowhere to sleep,
We just pretend that we have an option.
Under the bridge or on the garden bench.

Like dust, we rise a couple seconds
At the passage of the unknown
Anxiously aiming to be oxygen
In someone´s lungs
But we fall painfully slow on the ground.

Like smoke of a fire
Or fog we have an effect
A principle of being
But we just can't feel it

A cause
Or a mere colatteral accident in life?
A real pain
Or nature´s oblivion...?

Sing to me little baby
Of how we used to be one.

Yeah darling, together
We were strong like the wave.

But hey, look at it
When it splash into the rocks
And soaks the shade of the cliff
It´s always a step forward
In the journey of life.

So sing to me baby
Of how we used to be one.

I am feeling the deep blue of the ocean
To get in touch with my soul.

My soul has white horizontal stripes
Like the wings of my birds
On the deep blue.

I am the wings of my birds,
And the deep blue of the ocean
Along with horizontal stripes.

I am everything unrest and free
Like the white souls of the birds
That sing beautiful songs
To the hearts of those who hang them
Inside cages.

My deep blue ocean views
Of me and of what I am
Along with the same old you.