Tormentas de lluvia en el reflejo de nuestra mente.
podría darnos la primavera si pudiéramos reinventar nuestro tiempo tan destrozado por mentiras y verdades ocultas cruel

No hay miedo a vivir en nuestro universo tan divino
solo un miedo a no darle la fuerza a nuestro gente
que están esperando su momento para prosperar

Supongo que esperar ahora es demasiado tarde
porque lo que se ha comenzado no terminará apresuradamente

Entonces, si la batalla debe comenzar, que así sea
pero esta vez entiendien la vida nunca termina
y nunca jamas va a terminar

Rain storms in the reflection of our mind.
could give us spring if we could reinvent our time
so shattered by cruel hidden truths and lies

There is no fear of living in our universe so divine
just a fear of not giving strength to our people
who are waiting for their moment to thrive

I guess waiting now is too late
because what has been started will
not end hastily nor in haste

So if the battle is to start, so be it
but this time understanding life never ends
It is only about to begin again

Living the life of a fool that drools
Because what isn’t lustful isn’t news
But when we all look to the distant
We see, what we lust and truly mean

Give the life a breathe of God
And then first learn to love and lost
From there one can decide to take
Their fate for the mistakes they’d
Might had made

We aren’t so different and so unkind
To our very kind that kept us in mind
We are creation, and the best we could
Is not forget what we hadn´t should

Live the moment for what it’s not
Never live for what you thought

Jack and Jill went up the hill, and they said, wow, what a thrill,
If I fall down, I might lose my crown, and then everyone will be laughing after.

If I think not to be, I always end up with the same ol’ me.
If I think to had been, then I still remember that I still am.

In the end, if the rules say this, sometimes the answer is beyond the guess, it’s to understand who made the jest.

Jest for one, is not a jest for all, but sometimes in between our falls, we remember who we are.

And after the curtain has fallen we still live as the not forgotten.

Let us learn to comprehend and not hide so much in our ends, because what gave us life didn’t bend, it only gifted us to learn how to give and begin again.

Jack y Jill subieron la colina y dijeron:
wow, qué emoción, si me caigo, podría perder mi corona,
y todos se reirán después de este fracaso.
y luego juntaron y hicieron otro jugada.

Si creo que no lo soy,
siempre termino con el mismo yo.
Si creo que lo había sido,
aún recuerdo que todavía no ha definido.

Al final, si las reglas dicen esto,
a veces la respuesta está más que conozco
de la suposición, es entender quién lo hizo
la broma perciso que nadie entero.

Broma para uno, no es una broma para todos,
pero a veces entre nuestras caídas,
recordamos quiénes somos y como seres queridas
llevantamos con el mano lo que tenemos.

Y después de que ha caído el telón,
seguimos viviendo como no olvidados.
Aprendamos a comprender y no escondernos
al final de empezar lo que apenas hicimos

In the absence of your essence I still find your spirit hovering in the mist of the day, and the darkness that follows...
Even though you scurry in the shadows of hatred I still see your heart yearning to love
As long as a single spark remains, the fire can always be restarted
As long as there is hope I'll never despair
As long as it takes, is as long as I will wait
Until you learn to love again, to finish what we had only just began, to write our story without a pen, to write the truth as it is.

Lonely riders and loney souls
searching for a beggars gold
but not to find what they'd hoped
just an empty *** of stones

One who searches never finds
what was the question in mind
but the hand returns as it began
not empty not full but of a man

A journey that hasn't begun doesn't end
let's not forget we are the ones that live
there is no story better to be told
than the one of ours as it unfolds