Presente
No entiendo, puede ser suerte
Tal vez no lo merezca el cantor
Constantes pruebas de amor
Inspira, siempre se siente
Enciende como un fuego interior
Que es el que quema el dolor
Y me aleja de la muerte
Miro el pasado y es solo desorden
Miro el futuro y no se si es verdad
Creo que entonces elijo el presente, que
Present
I don't understand, it could be luck
Maybe the singer doesn't deserve it
Constant tests of love
Inspires, always feels
Ignites like an inner fire
That's what burns the pain
And keeps me away from death
I look at the past and it's just disorder
I look at the future and I don't know if it's true
I think then I choose the present, that