Nothing here, nothing there
Nothing to say, nothing to explain
Today even the sun won't see me
Nothing to show, nothing to fake
Nothing to judge, nothing to avoid
Today nobody will hear my voice
So many lights, so many stares, what do they have so much to look at?
So much darkness, so much darkness
Because it's true that I feel invisible
The times that I'd rather they could see me
And deep down, I only seek that they find me
The times that I'd rather disappear
I feel the power to see without being seen
When nobody looks at me, that's when I know I exist
I don't hide for pleasure but for necessity
Like Houdini, unpredictable
Without magic or spell I become invisible
And I impassively dig the trench of my war
Begging: "Earth, swallow me!"
I can be real, I can be fiction
Just material or just illusion
And even though I know that I'm never going to see it
I know that there's someone else that must have
The same intention that I do
The essential isn't seen by the eyes
That's why there are days that I choose not to be
And that's my truth, that's my truth
Because it's true that I feel invisible
The times that I'd rather they could see me
And deep down, I only seek that they find me
The times that I'd rather disappear
I've gotten used to being transparent
Among the crowd that doesn't see me even though I'm present
And I feel absent only when I vanish
Wrapped in my smoke bomb
Wells described me, Dalí painted me
But nobody understands why I'm like this
If they ask how I do it, nobody answers
Not everything has an answer!
Because it's true that I feel invisible
The times that I'd rather they could see me
And deep down, I only seek that they find me
The times that I'd rather disappear
The times that I'd rather disappear
Six, five, four, three
The times that I'd rather disappear