In blue I sail.
Not even the storms and pirates will make me change of opinion.
Not one time and not a million.
Various times I've lost my unions.
But I won’t stop this boat of illusions that drifts away.
I know that there is only one way:
one life,
one death.
The worst thing is not knowing if close I am to give my final breath,
or nothing more than just halfway.

I try to forget the weight of failures that sank and stop me like the anchors do.
I do not want to be in a shipwreck in the center of this sea painted blue.
It is even worse without a crew.

Sometimes I feel so cold when the dew roses my skin.
Sometimes I think that there’s nothing to win without a sin.

I sail in this blue and insidious sea
in which I try to distinguish me in the reflection
and contemplate myself in fractions,
but there is too many.
I can’t recognize if they’re allies or just some lies.

I can see them in the skies!
They are flying waiting for the moment to find me weak
and I know that they will not have mercy because I am not unique.

But I have clear in my mind that there is only one life,
one sense to give to it,
not enough time to wait and find a seat,
people that will wish you death
and people who will be by your side by then.