La colina de la vida [English translation]

Almost almost nothing seems fleeting to me

everything hangs of my dreams

and adjustes on my back

and that way I climb the hill

of life.

I never see myself neither on the top nor on the glory,

that is a big ghost

made up by past generations,

stuck on the road of life.

Reality sleeps alone in a funeral

and walks full of sadness on the nicest person's dream.

Reality dances alone on the lie

and in a pocket it has love and happiness,

a fantasy god,

war and poetry.

I have everything to see and belive,

to obviate or not belive

and many times I find myself lonely

crying on the threshold of life.

I'm trying to set foot on an upside down world

I'm looking for a friend

so I don't catch myself,

fearing to find life

dead.

Reality sleeps alone on a funeral

and walks full of sadness on the nicest person's dream.

Reality dances alone in the lie

and in a pocket it has love and happiness,

a fantasy god,

war and poetry.