There are rivers to cross, roads to look. Everyone wants to get out of the trap of these years and be of a lamp house, everyone wants to climb, the drama is to survive. Compare life with a burning lighthouse.
DUO: There are still rivers to cross, never let them kill you with thirst, there are still a thousand paths to seek, never let them tie your feet, there is always something to resist, to create, let no one eat your temple because life is a burning beacon. VOICE 1: Everyone wants to get out, from the trap of these years and be a lamp in their home. Everyone wants to go up, DUO: To escape from the herd, the drama, the one of surviving. DUO: There are still rivers to cross, never let them kill you with thirst, there are still a thousand paths to seek, never let them tie your feet, there is always something to resist, to create, let no one eat your temple because life is a burning beacon. DUO: Behind the royal chair, a hook from the sky has a plan, the price you must pay is the use for the one they give you. CHORUS: There are still rivers to cross, never let them kill you with thirst, there are still a thousand paths to seek, never let them tie your feet, there is always something to resist, to create, let no one eat your temple because life is a burning beacon, because life is a burning beacon.
DÚO: Todavía quedan ríos que cruzar,
jamás
dejes que te maten de sed,
todavía hay mil caminos que buscar,
jamás
dejes que te amarren los pies,
siempre queda ahí algo que resistir,
crear,
que nadie te coma la sien
que la vida es un faro que arde.
VOZ 1: Todo el mundo quiere salir,
de la trampa
de estos años
y ser de su casa un candil.
Todo el mundo quiere subir,
DÚO: Escaparse del rebaño,
el drama, el de sobrevivir.
DÚO: Todavía quedan ríos que cruzar,
jamás
dejes que te maten de sed,
todavía hay mil caminos que buscar,
jamás
dejes que te amarren los pies,
siempre queda ahí algo que resistir,
crear,
que nadie te coma la sien
que la vida es un faro que arde.
DÚO: Detrás
de la silla real,
un anzuelo desde el cielo
tiene un plan,
el precio que debes pagar
es el uso por el uno que te dan.
CORO: Todavía quedan ríos que cruzar,
jamás
dejes que te maten de sed,
todavía hay mil caminos que buscar,
jamás
dejes que te amarren los pies,
siempre queda ahí algo que resistir,
crear,
que nadie te coma la sien
que la vida es un faro que arde,
que la vida es un faro que arde.