Maka:
look at me, i'm not who i used to be
look at me, he died horrendously
i felt something die within me, i know it won't return
the boy who lived within me, who never ceased to dream
Ivan Nieto:
walking alone in the street like an ownerless hound
now i've almost forgotten when life was a dream
just a boy playing ball on the neighborhood ground
like any kid from Madrid growing up happy in the street
with a life ahead, a smile grew
and while i was getting lost the days flew by
Carmina arrived suddenly and of course with no warning
my brother was struck down and the hatred buried my smile
you have to tread carefully, conscious where you step
the rules of jungle in the street; one pays for the slightest error
because if you don't defend yourself, anyone who comes along will step on you
and the child becomes a rebel; he back against his pain
and in that way you pay for your sins as a child when you're older
there are things you never forget even a long time hence
this is another story full of blood, sweat, and tears
and wounds that, although already closed, still hurt
Maka:
i felt something die within me, i know it won't return
the boy who lived within me, who never ceased to dream
this crazy world
has caused this
i saw since i was young
how my mother suffered
and i thrown to the street
i soon lost myself
in the idea that i belonged there
playing with death
and my brother said to me
"you're not on the right path"
but i kept going
until arriving at prison.
there, there is no going back
and how easily the dreams go away.
i noticed that something died within me
i know he won't return
the boy who lived within me
who never stopped dreaming