Cuando ya no quede nada,
not a breath of air to fight for
then I will know that it has arrived
the time to go.
I will leave silently and just as I came
I will march again and everything will be
been a dream that soon
no trace will remain.
I will walk on tiptoe to
that my steps cannot disturb
and in my lungs I will retain air
avoiding clouding the environment
where you should breathe.
I will march serene that my
trail can never be followed
and I will swallow the dust
of my steps when walking.
I will look for a destination where
start over and I'll throw
feelings of guilt and
anxiety.
I will break the past and
rope that can bind them.
It will be another dream, other life,
another place.
It will be another time, another wish,
different happiness.