That which is enough for other people
won't do us any good
that which is important for other people
is indifferent to us
for us
who are friends in our rooms
who are opponents of the circumstances
who are actors of our destiny
in which we don't believe because nothing is by chance
who are lovers
only for the passion
we wear another delusion
but nothing takes us away, nothing takes us away
that which changes for other people
isn't enough for us
that which remains between the heart and the mind
is in the present
for us
who are friends in our rooms
who are opponents of the circumstances
who are actors of our destiny
in which we don't believe because nothing is by chance
who are lovers
only for the passion
we wear another delusion
but nothing takes us away,
from the insecurities of the caresses
from a day with rain that cleans every doubt
from the world that is crazy and amazes us
from those like us