Letra de Suben al cielo (en ingles)

They rise to the sky... Sigh... Souls that go away... It(He,She) carries... Vigo... They rise to the sky... Barcelona...

When they go away already then they never return every day it rains in your interior there is a distress that you can you have
desire of going away with this person that
you loved not you cnfies the life
it(he,she) gives unexpected returns
that is hard nearby someone loses but already not already not this one with you and
you it have to accept after shared
credit so much the life it(she) is unjust is a time limited for every soul that adjusts to the conformity of a
present and future past every star is someone who you
observes in the distance from a wall created of nothing of your quite recollections they do of your cryings an

alive(vivacious) image and only vivira in your intrerior if this way you wish it rie, it(he,she) cries, shouts with
all your forces can that you were not deserving all this amagura and is true it of which everything good little l
asts And the whole world needs evasion(escape) when the heart feels sad is not necessary to give up it is
necessary to confront the situation and that
exists one beyond(farther) or probably
me wants to lie after someone losing you want to
stop existing the souls go away to the sky,
I with you also die fly towards a place that I dreamed to find in all my dreams owner of this possession of a
bitter obsession when you lose dear someone is obvious that you lack
something slightly irreplaceable, is
something unforgettable plays with
your emotions but it is something inevitable and esk let´s let´s want or we are not joined to the time the destination(destiny) it(he,she) decides when the moment comes to us and
I do not see it just you nor can say goodbye the death it(he,she) takes everything from you without warning before going away is an exchange of a person for the sadness not servira of nothing but if it(he,she) has faith it(he,she) prays

I weep for something that not volvera eat I it have assumed recollections every night that not kieren to be an oblivion and I have lived with great part(report) of the fault(sin) through the rain it(he,she) falls down on my tears, I sit down well when they join

And yes, clear that size matters ah the life is too short already, is ephemeral and aveces it(she) turns out to be to us slow your you were coming without realizing to the 40 if to live has made you insipid he(she) thinks about this life, the second ones
they happen(pass) too rapidly we are stars that we cross fugazes the sky it is one to wink that it(he) turns
out to be to us slow in this sky today there gleams only the result of those persons who leave fingerprint contemplano like the life escapes re-arising from the past
and discovering my pompeya the destination(destiny) is a so illogical game with motives and is a
pathological failure(judgement) it(he) me turns out to be magic and aveces I do not explain that to make track of credit lived here should be our only aim take part(report) of the
present to myself, drag the heat of toa my people you know what I need When the life tends to, the support
of yours always tends to infinite
can that it(he,she) sounds to farewell naceras to start dying,
is a law of life I am of that he(she) thinks

hornbeam diem not fien of that rien not of that all the persons give 100 x 100 llacen far and the pain in this side and mas complex another neighborhood grasps
you, do not be afraid not sufriran those who stayed under land I will do a poem will leave a legacy a
destination(destiny) exists?
Nose is his(her,your) meaning often so cruel, a truth?
Since(As,Like) uesta to accept ll reality

I weep for something that not volvera eat I it have assumed recollections every night that not kieren to be an oblivion and I have lived with great part(report) of the fault(sin) through the rain it(he,she) falls down on my tears, I sit down well when they join.