In all the broken dreams, his passing sorrows
In all the bad winds, in these sad shipwrecks
In his missed actions, these neglected lovers
In these sunless days, these sparkless nights

There are these tears that irrigate hearts
And which apparently lead to happiness
There is this path full of pitfalls and pain
A steep road that climbs towards the sky
Yes, the ascent sometimes seems so vain
But it seems that the view up there is so worth it

In these storms, in this fog
This dead calm, this routine
In doubts and in the dark
In pain and in the whys
In all these pages that we won't write
In these songs that leave a bitter taste
In all these words that we won't hear
These loves that won't last long

There are these tears that irrigate hearts
And which apparently lead to happiness
There is this path full of pitfalls and pain
A steep road that climbs towards the sky
Yes, the ascent sometimes seems so vain
But it seems that the view up there is so worth it
Yes, the ascent sometimes seems so vain
But it seems that the view up there is so worth it

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