Canción Para Los Días de La Vida

Song For The Days of Life

This day begins to grow
I'll see if I can run
With the morning whistling on my back
Or look at myself in the bubbles

I have to learn to fly
Among so many standing people
Some tin gnomes take care of my wings
Who never laugh at night

If the rain reaches here
I will limit myself to live
I will wet my wings like the tree or the angel
Or maybe die of sorrow

I have plenty of time for today
The clocks will make me sing

And the foam spins around my skin
They gave me hands to speak
To the things of mine
And finally my elf was born
It has white ears
Like a breath of bread and rice
And a mushroom as a nose
Four crazy hairs and a violin that never stops
It only comes off and is the same as the garlands

And it never stops
It only comes off and is the same as the garlands

This day is somewhat salty
I leave myself vibrating at birth
It weighs and is light like a thread without a name
It sounds a bit like my guitar

I have to learn to be light
Among so many people behind
I will put on the branches of this Sun that awaits me
To use me like the air

And finally my elf opened up
It has a heart of tablecloth and baton
And a wink upon seeing that everything is true
The gnomes already take care
Of a violin that always sings
It never falls asleep and is the same as the garlands
And it never stops, it only comes off
And is the same as the garlands