Estoy aburrida de mi realidad
Estoy aburrida de mi vida,
De la misma rutina cada día
De no poder levantarme,
De no salir y forzarme a respirar
Estoy cansada, cansada de no tenerte a mi lado
Estoy aburrida de ser yo, de no poder cambiarlo todo.

Amor mío, el mirarte es un arte.
el amarte es un arte; tu piel, tus curvas
tus definidos pómulos. Cuanto me gustaría ser aire, para que me respires por la eternidad, cuanto me gustaría ser el viento para pasar por tu cara día a día.

Amor mío, eres como el mar, no te miro fin, y no puedo quitar mis ojos de ti. Eres tan inmenso, tan profundo, tan vasto, lleno de tanta vida, te podría ver todo el día.

Amor mío, cuanto me duele que no me quieras, pero llegara, llegara el momento que te darás cuenta que nuestro amor, es por siempre. Somos tal  como la Luna y el Sol, tal vez separados, pero con un amor de por medio, sabiendo que su amor hace al mundo girar.

En fin, amor mío, tus ojos son un arte, tu suave piel es un arte, pero tu eres la forma de arte mas bella que jamás haya visto.

Independence is our cry,
pride is our name.
We are all separated by countries and oceans,
but our mindset is one and the same.

The concept of change, we fear;
the idea of an altered lifestyle haunts us,
but the awareness that our home is binding our thoughts
remains as our threshold away from the darkness.

You board the plane, begin to set sail, put on your best shoes and run
away from the chaos, breaking the chains, stating your name to be free.
Your heart is racing as the grasp of new land is just miles within your reach
the only words your mind can make up in that moment are “¡Libre soy alfin!”

The moment is just minutes away now, you can almost feel la tierra
El momento is almost here and you just want to chant “¡LIBERTAD!”
But you can’t. You’re not there yet, only growing more eager.
You’re impatient now; what happened to the claridad?

What happened to that clarity in your mind when you were so sure of what you wanted?
It has been replaced by the fear of not being enough.
It has been replaced by the fear of getting sent back to that confinement you once called home.
Now you realize this new life will be tough.

You step foot en la tierra libre,
the anxiety gets to your bones.
Thoughts race through your mind
there’s disbelief that this is your new home.

The sensation of wandering on clouds,
sleepwalking your life away is overwhelming;
your eyes now resemble that oceanic pathway
whilst los abrazos de abuela you are yearning

The concept of change we fear;
the idea of an altered lifestyle haunts us,
and the awareness that our family is still stitched at the lips
has become our allure back into the darkness.

But independence is our cry,
pride is our name.
Precincts may separate us,
yet our mindset remains one and the same:
¡Que viva la libertad!