Over a blank page the future is written,
with a handwriting which make us see,
that with time and effort, we can become one.
Promises who die before they are even born.
That attachment confirms who had lost.
Moments that are good for you.
Search for the key among bars who mix up
Sounds of yesterday,
Reasons of faith
I wanna say that there's no hurry to get home.
(Chorus)
With every step you make in life,
you make grow a tiny part of me,
five seasons changed mine,
listen to me, everything it's explainable.
In order to try to make it easy and safe,
we wanted to destroy our train, 1
speaking, by then, was useless,
and today I still doubt if it was what's supposed to do.
And, in the road we lose those, who told us,
promises I won't forget
Start from zero, beginning to grow,
and even though he's not here anymore
even though it's bitter, there's no doubts,
Some day I will get home...
(Coro)
To be what everyone wants to be,
what everyone wants to see.
To see what now you don't see,
but what soon you will want to.
(Coro)x2
1. Even in Spanish I don't get this methaphor entirely