Ángeles

Angels

Glory for my grandma
In her headboard, little pictures
She only went out when she had a doctor's appointment
It's commendable
Living your whole life for your children and grandchildren

We're happy, we're joyful
There are almost no scars left
Truth is, things aren't going well
Why lie?
But at least they're not going too damn bad

I stopped praying years ago
Your gods only brought me harm
Because I believed, I swear on my luck
But it's hard to understand when facing death

I say God bless, almost unintentionally
I grew up hearing that and never stopped to think about it
I was blind, out of conformity
I've spent a lifetime seeing the same thing every day

There's no strength left to walk
You climb with the help of the railing
You don't make that fuss I love
Look at her
Her gaze doesn't lift me up
You've got a grandson who sings to you

We're made of diamonds, or at least we were before
Ideas are fixed but the mind is wandering
Angels, I remember every moment
Look at me, I'm managing to move forward

Oh-ohh
I'm managing to move forward
I'm managing to move forward
Ah-ahh
Ah-ahh
I'm managing to move forward