There are minutes of solitude
Every second of sacrifice
It's not about winning or losing
But to be real with oneself
The one who spoke with you
Who called you at two in the morning and told you
Without caring that time passed us slowly
And although life, perhaps
Has led us on different paths
To control or change destiny
I'm that one, the same as yesterday
The one who wrote his songs on the train
I'm that one, the one who never left
The one who painted your face on paper
Neither fame nor money have been able
I continue being the one who gives his life
The one who gave you his coat
The one who went out with you
And although life, perhaps
Has led us on different paths
To control or change destiny
I'm that one, the same as yesterday
The one who wrote his songs on the train
I'm that one, the one who never left
The one who painted your face on paper
Neither fame nor money have been able
I continue being the one who gives his life
I'm that one, the same as yesterday
The one who wrote his songs on the train
I'm that one, the one who never left
The one who painted your face on paper
Neither fame nor money have been able
I continue being the one who gives his life