You can tear the heart from my chest and
Turn my voice into a soft whisper
Reduce all my life to one paragraph
You can give a biased opinion of me or
criticize that my trade does not a future
that I feed the bonfire of imagination
Or it could be that rain falls from the sky
That the sea, confused, goes into a river to die
That the night crows to the rooster in the morning
That with the lost souls it went to have fun
I live with passion ready to come out
Between stanzas you will find my home
She awaits my return
While I keep her kisses and her voice
In my heart
I look for all the answers in the road
And I have realized that they are in me
A communicator of dreams is what I want to be...
Musician I am, Musician I'll be
Conductor of sensations to your skin
I fabricate memories that you tie with nostalgia to my song
I'll never be able to leave her
My life is a song
I'm a sculptor of the soul
I'm a musician and I love in treble clef
As long as my voice holds
We are crazily insane, we are troubadours that in your city
paint specks of colour to your grey reality
We are half knights, half bohemain and con men
We are not what a father wants for his baby girl (x2)
As far as my body can stand
As far as my voice wants
As far as my body can stand
I'll live on just as I am
(chorus)