My Life Depends on It

Certainly I fled from the splendor and the trappings
and I never put any chimera up for sale
I always avoided being a subject of the laurels
because living was a vertigo and not a race

but, I want you to tell me, my love
that not everything was shipwrecked
for having believed that loving was the most beautiful verb
tell me, my life depends on it
my life depends on it
I want you to tell me, my love
that not everything was shipwrecked
for having believed that loving

was the most beautiful verb
tell me, my life depends on it

Certainly I did not do without any labyrinth
that threatened with a dead end
facing another more of the same, I believed in the different
because living was a search and not a lair

but, I want you to tell me, my love...

Certainly when I learned that life was serious
I wanted to burn it quickly playing with fire
and I got burned defending my own criteria
because living was more than just rules at stake

but I want you to tell me, my love...
but, I want you to tell me, my love...