| Today assume what comes, be it for good or all bad | 
| And even if he loses what he has, he's going to bite to hold on | 
| Today he clearly sees the things that yesterday he did not see nor will he demand | 
| He perches on his sorrow, he wants to understand to continue | 
| The battle comes and it breaks out against him, one day it will clear | 
| And as he comes out of it, he wants the answer, he knows it's not escape | 
| Today how strange they look at him, he stands up and wants to talk | 
| And his mouth forgets what he once wanted to explain | 
| Your patience of him will ride | 
| A whole circus to watch it parade | 
| To the pain that he used to be | 
| And the one that now he no longer wants to see come back | 
| Today he feels satisfied, although that role no longer exists | 
| For life with his chest and his song sounds again | 
| Today he receives the applause, he used to be salt and also honey | 
| And he connects with his steps that when slipping does not fall well | 
| I end your war, feet on the ground | 
| And her hand from him, a heart | 
| His thought of him calm of him, his sorrow of him, an oblivion | 
| And his soul from him, a passion | 
| Today assume what comes, be it for good or all bad | 
| And even if he loses what he has, he will bite himself to hold on | 
| Your patience of him will ride | 
| A whole circus to watch it parade | 
| To the pain that he used to be | 
| And the one who now doesn't want to see come back | 
| He takes refuge in a lantern | 
| And between two flowers that always point to the Sun | 
| This is how it crosses your wall | 
| He smiles at me and breaks his own web | 
| The battle comes and it breaks out against him, one day it will clear | 
| And as he comes out of it, he wants the answer, he knows it's not escape. | 
| Your patience of him will ride | 
| A whole circus to watch it parade | 
| To the pain that used to be | 
| And the one who now doesn't want to see come back | 
| He takes refuge in a lantern | 
| And between two flowers that always point to the Sun | 
| This is how it crosses your wall | 
| He smiles at me and breaks his own web | 
| your own network |