Some go through the path of the dream, and others dream of returning to the past
In life I go ahead walking step by step
Some blame the neighbor for everything, and others They cry for a disappointment
I mature like wine with the passing of the years
They see in wealth their motive and their reason
I prefer certainty that my heart gives me
They sell the soul whoever offers a little more
I stay with the calm of those who seek their truth
Some plow in fields stone and others fill their plow with stone They know how to love what is loved
They see in wealth