Nothing of that you to speak go to change My skill to think To understand And to accept I i live fo to feel I do not feel for to live The times i forget That my end goes to arrive As of everybody also I am alone, botando my thoughts in day And desire more still I find that i died and had forgotten to embed me I am only one lost spirit for groan I can be far But my end is close Arrives at the table and i say farewell myself to my feelings Of mine you doubt And to place of my sufferings To place my thoughts in day And my end waits me Tries to change me Does not go to obtain To be who is not And to have what i do not have Scarce feelings That if they blow up in the horizon Why my end arrives And i do not wait nothing It tries to change Tries me to resurrect me That my end already goes to arrive