Capricho
Cuando has pintado sin saber pintar
Cuando has llegado sin saber llegar
Cuando has sanado sin poder sanar
Cuando has amado sin saber amar
Cuando has cantado sin saber cantar
Cuando has andado sin saber que vas a andar
Cuando empezabas sin pretender comenzar
Cuando has sufrido sin blasfemar
Con la lengua afuera siempre detrás me gustará gritar
Ser tu capricho y nada más
Cuando has dado sin tener
Cuando has creído sin creer
Cuando has quemado sin arder
Cuando has querido sin saber querer
Cuando has crecido sin tiempo para crecer
Cuando has enseñado sin saber leer
Cuando has podido sin poder
Con la lengua afuera siempre detrás me gustará gritar
Ser tu capricho y nada más
Cuando todo fluye sin esfuerzo
Cuando tu ciencia es amar en el misterio
Cuando tienes la vida por camino
Cuando tu lógica no es la razón sino el amor
Sin medida
Con la lengua afuera siempre detrás me gustará gritar
Ser tu capricho y nada más
Con la lengua afuera siempre detrás me gustará gritar
Ser tu capricho y nada más
Amor no debido
Deseo arbitrario
Don rebozante
Fuerza luminosa
Puro regalo
Somos capricho
Que nadie nos lo arranque
Capricho es nuestra identidad
Inundados por una energía descomunal
Movemos montañas
Negamos lo imposible
Hacemos arder la tierra
Mantengámonos firmes
No hay mayor fuerza que la de descansar
En la lógica del capricho
Con la lengua afuera siempre detrás me gustará gritar
Ser tu capricho y nada más
Whim
When you have painted without knowing how to paint
When you have arrived without knowing how to get there
When you have healed without being able to heal
When you have loved without knowing how to love
When you have sung without knowing how to sing
When you have walked without knowing that you were going to walk
When you started without intending to begin
When you have suffered without blaspheming
With your tongue always out behind, I will like to shout
To be your whim and nothing more
When you have given without having
When you have believed without believing
When you have burned without burning
When you have wanted without knowing how to want
When you have grown without time to grow
When you have taught without knowing how to read
When you have been able without power
With your tongue always out behind, I will like to shout
To be your whim and nothing more
When everything flows effortlessly
When your science is to love in mystery
When you have life as your path
When your logic is not reason but love
Without measure
With your tongue always out behind, I will like to shout
To be your whim and nothing more
With your tongue always out behind, I will like to shout
To be your whim and nothing more
Love not owed
Arbitrary desire
Overflowing gift
Luminous force
Pure present
We are whim
Let no one take it from us
Whim is our identity
Flooded by an immense energy
We move mountains
We deny the impossible
We make the earth burn
Let's stand firm
There is no greater force than resting
In the logic of whim
With your tongue always out behind, I will like to shout
To be your whim and nothing more