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One Life

When the petals of a blue poppy
Swaying without wind
It's for my sigh
I don't remember, but I'm sure
Wrapped in the darkness of daily life, bound by freedom
For the dreaming with you is dazzling
I couldn't look at my own face properly
The only thing my dirty mirror can picture
Is the light not fake, you're my light
A cochlea on a journey
By taking off its twisted armor
For rain beating down on me
I'll be worn down, but I won't recover
I was spat out again from the mirage of town colors
Because toes of my shoes were big and obstacle
I'd like to dodge you by telling so
But no matter what shoes I wear, footprints will be mine
If I stop, that means the end of me
One life
The only thing my dirty mirror can picture
Is the light not fake, you're my light
Memories that I can't touch, someday I'll lose them
Even if no form remains, you are my light
When the blue poppy petals sway without a breeze
It's for of my sigh, I don't remember, but I'm sure
 

Venezuelan Film

Life is not a fairy tale,
a childish toy,
a Venezuelan film.
Love and hate can really hurt.
No, don't play with it.
 
The photos of us together were covered by grey dust long time ago.
Somewhere in the attic in the wardrobe,
our key to happiness is lying.
I no longer remember the smell,
taste of your lips.
Time steals like a thief,
I'm already forgetting everything.
 
Life is not a fairy tale,
a childish toy,
a Venezuelan film.
Love and hate
can really hurt.
No, don't play with it.
 
Life is not a fairy tale,
a childish toy,
a Venezuelan film.
Love like dynamite
can really burn.
There will be only smoke left.
 
Like a scenario in a film.
Somebody erased the happy ending.
It could be so wonderful
but you left me,
you left me.
I no longer wait,
I no longer miss.
I'm going on a new cruise.
The castaways of this ship won't meet.
 
Life is not a fairy tale,
a childish toy,
a Venezuelan film.
Love and hate
can really hurt.
No, don't play with it.
 
Life is not a fairy tale,
a childish toy,
a Venezuelan film.
Love like dynamite
can really burn.
There will be only smoke left.
 
Life is not a fairy tale,
a childish toy,
a Venezuelan film.
Love and hate
can really hurt.
No, don't play with it.
 
Life is not a fairy tale,
a childish toy,
a Venezuelan film.
Love like dynamite
can really burn.
There will be only smoke left.
 

Voiceless (Bye, Goodbye)

This is my confession, hoping for your happiness
Let’s put an end to us, Let’s not see each other again
 
The longer we’re together,
I see you get tired of us
I promise myself, today, I’d let you go
I promise
 
Bye, goodbye
I wish you well
At a place where I’m not by your side
Wishing for you to find the happiness you never had,
I say, I loved you, I loved you
 
I push you away
I push you again
Didn’t want to show, but I burst into tears
Screaming out empty sounds with all I’ve got,
I say, I love you, I love you
 
Asking you to forgive my selfishness
Is something I could never
Say to you. Instead, I look at you
With the coldest eyes
 
Bye, goodbye
I wish you well
At a place where I’m not by your side
Screaming out empty sounds with all I’ve got,
I say, I love you, I love you
 
If you survive through this pain,
Your tomorrow would be a better day
Than the days you stood by my side
 
Bye, goodbye
I wish you well
At a place where I’m not by your side
Wishing for you to find the happiness you never had,
I say, I loved you, I loved you
 
I push you away
I push you again
Didn’t want to show, but I burst into tears
Screaming out empty sounds with all I’ve got,
I say, I love you, I love you
 

Shall we walk more? (Walk with me)

At the end of a long day
When I walk along with you
Everything that was ordinary
Becomes a special night to me just with you
 
The stars embroidered in the night sky
I think they're shining more today
Maybe they are shining brightly
Along this path we are walking together
 
Step by step
Taking two steps at a time
Holding my hand
And smiling shyly
 
Shall we walk more?
 
Walking side by side,
This street resembles the Milky Way under the moonlight
As the time stops
I want to stay longer at the end of the night
 
Step by step
Taking two steps at a time
Holding my hand
And smiling shyly
 
Shall we walk more?
 
I won't rush too much
I'll walk along your steps
Always by my side
So that you can lean on me and rest
I'll go with you
I'll go with you
 

Rest

Yesterday today and forever
Your faithfulness is pure
How you care cannot be equal
In the midst of sorrow
Your peace You brought me, cannot be hidden
 
Exceeding, unfading
Is your love
 
None will be greater than you
Truly, your grace is incomparable
This world cannot give the rest you offer
Jesus you are the life
You cannot be equal
 

Shoelace

All illegally kept secrets are running away,
Leaving my doors, flowing through thousands
Locks. Morning with a barcode of scars
On the left hand will tell me,
 
That our torn ones were quickly disheveled in the wind.
By wires, resonating, they are carried away to your apartment
My word. Smoking with you,
And on the hands the rings are closed with the hand.
 
Two words, a line, and a shoelace from the ceiling...
Two words, a line, and a shoelace from the ceiling...
 
I am cold, I'm white with rage
Every time, and again silence on the tram stop,
and the fingers are dexterous,
And the smiles get wider in the local cops.
 
And it would be so easy to scream to the blood,
Expectorate and distribute the heart piece by piece
On pies. Burn, gray mold,
Let mine stand, your world is so small for them.
 
Two words, a line, and a shoelace from the ceiling...
Two words, a line, and a shoelace from the ceiling...
 
and children will throw their snowballs at your back,
The whole city, smiling, will listen to your
Calls. Soon you will run yourself
over curves to other people's addresses.
 
Like you, I thought that they would come for us,
The collar will be removed, behind the ear will be scratched
And everything will be forgiven. But I sleep by the bowl,
And you ate everything, toffee as a gift.
 
Two words, a line, and a shoelace from the ceiling...
Two words, a line, and a shoelace from the ceiling...