Todo a pulmón (en inglés)

How difficult it's become
To remain on this journey
Without knowing where I'm really going
If it's outbound or return
If the van is the first
If going back is a way to arrive

How difficult it's become
Carrying all this baggage
It makes the hills tough when I'm walking
This tyrannical reality
That laughs out loud
Because it hopes I'll get tired of looking

Every note, every idea
Every step in my career
And the verse of my last song
Yes, every postponed date
The departure and the arrival
And the oxygen of my breathing
And deep breaths, deep breaths

How difficult it is
To keep my courage
Far from the corruption and prostitution
To defend my ideology
Good or bad, but mine
As human as contradiction

How difficult it is
To keep paying the toll
Of this route of madness and ambition
A friend on the road
A light and some stairs
And the strength to do it all with deep breaths

Every note, every idea
Every step in my career
And the verse of my last song
Yes, every postponed date
The departure and the arrival
And the oxygen of my breathing
And deep breaths, deep breaths