La Cuestión
No es cuestión de tirar las paredes
Tapizar el sillón vaciar el armario
No es cuestión de perder los papeles
Ni romper esa foto ni quemar el diario
No es cuestión de cruzarse de acera
Ni volver la mirada ni vengarse del mundo
No es cuestión de enterrarse en la arena
Ni agotar la memoria ni ponerse un escudo.
No creo que sea cuestión de estrellarse
Contra el muro que va levantando el recuerdo
No creo que sea cuestión de pararse
A esperar que la vida resuelva este asunto.
No es cuestión de encalar la fachada
Ni borrar las pisadas ni cuestión de vencer
No es cuestión de tirarse a la cara
Los reproches pendientes ni de quién dijo qué
Ni pensar qué podría haber sido
Si no hubiera llegado el final de este cuento
Ni quitar o poner al pasado
Lo que fuimos sumando, lo que fuimos perdiendo.
No creo que sea cuestión de estrellarse
Contra el muro que va levantando el recuerdo
No creo que sea cuestión de pararse
A esperar que la vida resuelva este asunto.
Es cuestión de seguir caminando
Es cuestión de querer y poder
Es cuestión de saber levantarse
Es cuestión de ponerse de pie.
Ni pensar qué podría haber sido
Si no hubiera llegado el final de este cuento
Ni quitar o poner al pasado
Lo que fuimos sumando, lo que fuimos perdiendo.
No creo que sea cuestión de estrellarse
Contra el muro que va levantando el recuerdo
No creo que sea cuestión de pararse
A esperar que la vida resuelva este asunto
No creo que sea cuestión de estrellarse
Contra el muro que va levantando el recuerdo
No creo que sea cuestión de pararse
A esperar que la vida resuelva este asunto
Es cuestión de seguir caminando
Es cuestión de querer y poder
Es cuestión de saber levantarse
Es cuestión de ponerse de pie.
Es cuestión de seguir caminando
Querer y poder
Es cuestión de saber levantarse
Es cuestión de ponerse de pie.
The Issue
It's not a matter of tearing down the walls
Reupholstering the empty chair, emptying the closet
It's not a matter of losing control
Nor breaking that picture, nor burning the diary
It's not a matter of crossing the street
Nor looking away, nor seeking revenge on the world
It's not a matter of burying oneself in the sand
Nor exhausting the memory, nor putting up a shield
I don't think it's a matter of crashing
Against the wall that memory is building
I don't think it's a matter of stopping
To wait for life to solve this issue
It's not a matter of whitewashing the facade
Nor erasing the footprints, nor a matter of winning
It's not a matter of throwing in each other's faces
The pending reproaches, nor who said what
Nor thinking about what could have been
If the end of this story hadn't arrived
Nor taking away or adding to the past
What we were adding up, what we were losing
I don't think it's a matter of crashing
Against the wall that memory is building
I don't think it's a matter of stopping
To wait for life to solve this issue
It's a matter of keep walking
It's a matter of wanting and being able
It's a matter of knowing how to get up
It's a matter of standing up
Nor thinking about what could have been
If the end of this story hadn't arrived
Nor taking away or adding to the past
What we were adding up, what we were losing
I don't think it's a matter of crashing
Against the wall that memory is building
I don't think it's a matter of stopping
To wait for life to solve this issue
I don't think it's a matter of crashing
Against the wall that memory is building
I don't think it's a matter of stopping
To wait for life to solve this issue
It's a matter of keep walking
Wanting and being able
It's a matter of knowing how to get up
It's a matter of standing up
It's a matter of keep walking
Wanting and being able
It's a matter of knowing how to get up
It's a matter of standing up.