For how long do you think I can dance on your palm
without spoiling myself?
Never forget that the servant will be the master in the end
if he insists on seeing...
that the same light that blinds me... will guide each of my steps.
It will be then when you will miss me so much,
so much, so much...
Because I can be a romantic...
and I can be cynical.
I can be authentic...
and I can be the most ridiculous.
Because I can be a romantic...
and I can be cynical.
I can be authentic...
and I can be the most ridiculous.
No one will impose a label on me to anchor my life to a paper script,
no one will tell me I´ll never reach the summit I want to climb to.
It´s my will that has driven me forward each time
I´ve bent the knee...
the one that never stopped believing...
That I can be a romantic...
and I can be cynical.
I can be authentic...
and I can be the most ridiculous.
I can be a romantic...
and I can be cynical.
I can be authentic...
and I can be the most ridiculous.
I can be the man I want to be...
I can be a woman...
I can be an old man and a child at the same time...
Y can be atheist and mystic at the same time...
I can ben something loving and free... at the same time...