El Dolor - Rodrigo Rojas

En el centro del dolor, habita una cancin de mgica armona

Todo encuentra su razn, los das sin color al fin se justifican

No hay azul de mas intensidad, que aquel que esta al final de cada tempestad.

Es como abrir los ojos y por fin mirar la realidad, que estaba escondida.

An la muerte puede ser hermosa al ver llover miles de hojas amarillas.

Sin dolor, quizs no existira la poesa,

Con dolor, un vientre nos expulsa hacia la vida.

Uuuh aaah, aaah aaaaaah

Solo la completa oscuridad, nos permite contemplar mas estrellas en el cielo

Todo gira en su espiral pero un cos inicial, preludio al universo.

Por los ros, tus lagrimas se irn,

Y el da de su arribo, harn mas bello el mar.

Es como abrir los ojos y por fin mirar la realidad, que estaba escondida.

An la muerte puede ser hermosa al ver llover miles de hojas amarillas.

Sin dolor, quizs no existira la poesa,

Con dolor, un vientre nos expulsa hacia la vida.

In the center of the pain, lives a song of magical harmony

Everything finds its reason, the days without color are finally justified

There is no blue of more intensity than the one that is at the end of each storm.

It is like opening your eyes and finally looking at reality, which was hidden.

Even death can be beautiful to see thousands of yellow leaves rain down.

Without pain, perhaps there would be no poetry,

With pain, a womb expels us towards life.

Ooooh aaah, aaah aaaaaah

Only complete darkness allows us to see more stars in the sky

Everything turns in its spiral but an initial cos, a prelude to the universe.

By the rivers, your tears will go away,

And the day of their arrival, they will make the sea more beautiful.

It is like opening your eyes and finally looking at reality, which was hidden.

Even death can be beautiful to see thousands of yellow leaves rain down.

Without pain, perhaps there would be no poetry,

With pain, a womb expels us towards life.