Doy mis últimos suspiros… y eso es lo malo. Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

How many would you take…?
-Because I’d take-
One million bullets, babe

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
Only hate the road when you’re missing home
Only know you love her when you let her go

I know I’m not the only one
Who regrets the things they’ve done
Sometimes I just feel it’s only me
Who never became who they thought they’d be
I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor
I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry

We’re not the only ones
I don’t regret a thing
Every word I’ve said
You know I’ll always mean
It is the world to mean
That you are in my life
But I want to live
And not just survive

I’ll forget you, I will
While yet you are still burning inside my brain

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return

I’m not gon’ care if I sing off key
I find myself in my melodies
I sing for love, I sing for me

I have made every single mistake
that you could ever possibly make (…)
Did all the things that you said that I wouldn’t
I told you that I would never be forgotten
And all in spite of you.

It was just like a movie
It was just like a song

-Puede uno perder el camino.
-Todos los caminos acaban en el mismo punto, mi querida Gladys.
-¿Cuál es?
-La desilusión.