| Sometimes I get up, I do a thousand somersaults
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| Sometimes I lock myself behind open doors
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| Sometimes I tell you why this silence
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| And it is that sometimes I am yours and sometimes of the wind
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| Sometimes one thread and sometimes a hundred
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| And there are times, my life, I swear I think
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| Why is it so hard to feel the way I feel
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| Feel, how I feel that it's hard
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| Sometimes I look at you and sometimes you leave
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| You lend me your wings, check your tracks
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| Sometimes for everything even if you never fail me
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| Sometimes I'm yours and sometimes nobody's
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| Sometimes I really swear I'm sorry I didn't give you my whole life
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| Give you only those moments
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| Why is it so hard to live? |
| it's just that
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| Living, it's just that... Why is it so difficult?
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| When nobody sees me, I can be or not be
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| When nobody sees me, I turn the world upside down
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| When no one sees me, I'm not limited by my skin
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| When nobody sees me, I can be or not be
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| When no one sees me...
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| Sometimes I get up, I do a thousand somersaults
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| Sometimes I lock myself behind open doors
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| Sometimes I tell you why this silence
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| And it is that sometimes I am yours and sometimes of the wind
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| I write to you from the centers of my own existence
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| Where cravings are born, the infinite essence
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| There are things about you that I don't understand
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| And there are things that are so mine, but I don't see them
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| I guess I think I don't have them
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| I don't understand my life, the verses light up
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| That in the dark I can, I'm sorry I'm not right
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| Don't turn on the lights because my soul and body are naked
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| When nobody sees me, I can be or not be
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| When nobody sees me, I look like your skin
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| When nobody sees me, I don't think about her too
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| When nobody sees me, I can be or not be
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| When nobody sees me, I can be or not be
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| When no one sees me, I'm not limited by my skin
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| When nobody sees me, I can be or not be
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| When no one sees me, I'm not limited by my skin
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| I can be, I can be or not be
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| when no one sees me
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| Sometimes I get up, I do a thousand somersaults
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| I lock you in my eyes behind open doors
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| Sometimes I tell you why this silence
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| And it is that sometimes I am yours and sometimes… of the wind
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| sometimes of the wind
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| And sometimes of time! |