How do you know that youâre not perfect total, beautiful?
Why donât you try to be yourself
so sane and so crazy?
When you get to the place you want,
Will you be happy? More than now?
What is wrong, foolish, enjoy every moment?
Do you know where the place is
where are you already king or queen?
Do you owe something to life, to death, to the sky, to the sea, to men?
If you donât try to change the outside,
Do you know what happens
If you sit and look at the river
come in, is it getting late?
Why do you want to continue the fight where do you always lose?
I speak alone, the same questions
that I throw into the clouds,
they always come back to me with fragrances of flowers and stars
so they answer me.
ÂżCĂłmo sabes que no eres perfecto,
total, bello?
ÂżPor quĂ© no pruebas a ser tĂș mismo,
tan cuerdo y tan loco?
Cuando llegues al sitio que quieres,
ÂżserĂĄs feliz?, ÂżmĂĄs que ahora?
¿Qué tiene de erróneo, de insensato,
disfrutar a cada instante?
ÂżSabes dĂłnde se encuentra el lugar
donde eres ya rey o reina?
ÂżDebes algo a la vida, a la muerte,
al cielo, al mar, a los hombres?
Si no intentas cambiar lo de afuera,
Âżsabes lo que ocurre?
Si te sientas a mirar al rĂo
pasar, Âżse hace tarde?
¿Por qué quieres seguir con la lucha
donde siempre pierdes?
Hablo solo, las mismas preguntas
que lanzo a las nubes,
siempre vuelven a mĂ con fragancias
de flores y estrellas
que asĂ me responden.