Como el agua y el aceite [English translation]

How difficult it is to believe

When the sun rises

With each morning

That everything ends

but how beautiful it is

The knowledge that I can still understand

What have I come to?

Because I'm still alive

Although I do not know what am I

How difficult it is

to accept that I'm afraid of everything

How difficult it is

to recognize it in its shape and form

How difficult it is

to try being yourself

When you are in the abyss

To know that you are everything

and nothing

If we call the Moon "Moon"

And death "death"

How can it be

That while looking at myself in the mirror

I don't know who it is

The one who looks at me and does not know

that his thinking is only

a mixture of barriers that hide their existence

Like water and oil

And the time is running out

The hours are drops

that fall into a glass

that has the passage that goes to

sow my infinity

with frost and granite

in my loneliness

How difficult it is

to accept that I'm afraid of everything

How difficult it is

to recognize it in its shape and form

How difficult it is

to try being yourself

When you are in the abyss

To know that you are everything

and nothing

If we call the Moon "Moon"

And death "death"

How can it be

That while looking at myself in the mirror

I don't know who it is

The one who looks at me and does not know

that his thinking is only

a mixture of barriers that hide their existence

Like water and oil

The world is upside down

Nothing happens

You feel loneliness

Nothing happens

You are afraid to exist

Nothing happens

You suffer without a reason

Nothing happens

You don't want to watch

Nothing happens

it will never happen, nor anything happens

In this crazy world

Where there is not just a few

of us who think that we don't belong here

And that we are here

to recover some assignment

that was left overdue to us

We make it as if that overdue thing is love

Well, according to logo and feeling

pushes away the thought of the law of matter

Turning my life into something ethereal

And forgetting in the end

that my inner struggles even exist

I'm feeling that my steps

were never mine at all

And maybe, perhaps the road was marked

And although awkwardly, I always went

to see, without interest

Unfit for a singer-songwriter who created this song

And sell it without keeping a copy

What a beautiful teacher life is

that it makes you retake the test

until you finally pass it.

And without it it never works in this life

We will do it in the next one

to already still be a student, eternally

Now that I know where the love lives

- in the present, in the "now".

• Artist:Melendi
• Album:Ahora (2018)