23.08.2018
Nothing
I'm going up the slopeOf a very high mountain.
I don't see, I do not see,
The chasm I have left
Kilometers still,
To reach (read 'make it' - metaphor I guess).
Climbing the mountain range,
The walking gets complicated.
The muscle suffers,
The air doesn't reach (or 'The air is fleeting' - thin air at high altitudes)
I need to lighten up,
To reach.
[chorus]
And I leave
One, one, all my bags. (One by one, all of my bags)
I loose the luggage of this life.
I do not have anything to carry anymore,
Nothing to drag.
Nothing.
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Advancing at a steady pace,
I'm ascending ('ascendiendo' in spanish - probably)
And maintaining the rhythm.
I see, I catch sight,
(Of) The chasm I have left
One last effort,
To reach.
[chorus]
I travel light,
I can breath
[x2]
[chorus x2]
I travel light,
I can breath