VI - Amadeus

Abre bien tus ojos, ahora mírame,

he llegado hasta aquí por mi propio pié.

Guárdate la sonrisa que esbozándose

te ensucia más la piel.

Me basta saber que sin buscar me ves

y envidias la luz que no te deja ver…

Por luchar he aprendido ya que se hacen heridas al andar

mas se que hallarán remedio en el tiempo.

Y aunque más he de andar

no pierdo la voluntad.

Prendidas de falsedad

se queman tus ramas rotas.

Ya no turbas mi búsqueda

te arranqué tan lejos de mí.

Abre bien tus ojos, ahora mírame.

Oídos sordos a aquél que no quiera entender.

Coronado el esclavo por la estupidez

no logra comprender

que más triste es perder

y no quererlo ver…

Y envidia la luz que nubla su poder.

Por luchar he aprendido ya que se hacen heridas al andar

mas se que hallarán remedio en el tiempo.

Y aunque más he de andar

no pierdo la voluntad.

Prendidas de falsedad

se queman tus ramas rotas.

Ya no turbas mi búsqueda

te arranqué tan lejos de mí.

Forjar y caminar

solo un poco más

volcando mis miedos al mar

por llegar.

Por luchar he aprendido ya que se hacen heridas al andar

mas se que hallarán remedio en el tiempo.

Y aunque más he de andar

no pierdo la voluntad.

Prendidas de falsedad

se queman tus ramas rotas.

Ya no turbas mi búsqueda

te arranqué tan lejos de mí.

Open your eyes wide, now look at me

I have come this far on my own.

Save the smile that is outlining

it makes your skin more dirty.

It is enough for me to know that without looking you see me

and you envy the light that doesn't let you see...

For fighting I have already learned that wounds are made when walking

but I know that they will find a remedy in time.

And although I have to walk further

I don't lose my will.

Caught up in falsehood

your broken branches are burned.

You no longer mobs my search

I ripped you so far away from me.

Open your eyes wide, now look at me.

Deaf ears to those who do not want to understand.

Crowned the slave by stupidity

he can't understand

how sad it is to lose

and not wanting to see it...

And he envies the light that clouds his power from him.

For fighting I have already learned that wounds are made when walking

but I know that they will find a remedy in time.

And although I have to walk further

I don't lose my will.

Caught up in falsehood

your broken branches are burned.

You no longer mobs my search

I ripped you so far away from me.

forge and walk

just a little more

turning my fears to the sea

to arrive

For fighting I have already learned that wounds are made when walking

but I know that they will find a remedy in time.

And although I have to walk further

I don't lose my will.

Caught up in falsehood

your broken branches are burned.

You no longer mobs my search

I ripped you so far away from me.