Para no morir jamás [English translation]

A slow death awaits for those who walk among people without looking, they cannot see it.

A slow death awaits for those who can't accept new ideas which aren't of their own self.

Death comes to those who don't taste passion,

those who never listen to their own heart.

Those who don't go out as soon as they see rain,

those who stop just because they don't want to think.

Search for me, I'll be there

come inside those who want to believe.

I might lose but I'll try.

Search for me, I'll stay with you.

Death comes to those who don't risk anything, those who just to stay out of trouble never help.

A slow death awaits for those who fear their own feelings and to escape from them never fall in love.

To those who while contemplating the ocean

still can't believe in eternity.

To those with a thousand doubts, unable to choose.

To those who forgot how to live alongside curiosity.

Then search for me and I'll be there

among those who know how to believe.

I might lose but I'll try.

Keep going and search for me in the heart.

Search for me and you'll find me

in the breeze, in the colors you see,

or wherever you want.

Then search for me and I'll be there

among those who'll trust.

Now search for me, you'll notice me.

In the hands you'll caress,

on glances that will come across.

And scream without keeping to ourselves what we are

and never die.

To never die.