From the payments of time I have arrived,
and to the payments of time I must continue.
Gathering together flocks of tired shames,
to provide the breath of a feeling.
And In the fields of no one to graze,
the gauchada that has been left alone.
And in the posts of hunger
he saw the wire cut,
so that no one feels cornered .
It may be that I can hold on until I arrive,
this load of dreams that I have assembled.
To take things slowly
without bitching or shouting,
my shame tired.
Or at the cross of a road
destiny will have to find me
chewing my soul
Chewing my soul
Chewing my soul
From the payments of time I have arrived
and to the payments of time I must continue.
Never say it is never,
hope is truncated
when man It wrinkles when suffering.
If it hurts the nothingness of not being,
and feeling is never anything to know.
If the doubt grows,
the conscience softens
br/>and living is distance.
Or at the cross of a road,
destiny will have to find me
chewing my soul,
chewing my soul ,
chewing my soul.