What's the Word

What’s the word for what I feel

every summer cruising through the park

Every car adorned with the place we were before

The place that we come from

What’s the word for what I feel when a sliver of bandera flashes

tarnished silver older than the building

that I live in now, and can you tell me how

all the words for what I feel

rise like steam, an essence of who

I thought I’d be by now

Of what I’d see by now

What’s the word for what I feel

when I don’t know what kind of air I’m breathing

Breeze-like sorcery directs my feelings

about this dream

And what this version means

To the world that I feel

picking up the phone and understanding you

Somehow I can’t speak, it doesn’t come to me,

I wish there was a way

I thought someday it would hurt less

Direct address to myself in a mirror

Knee deep I try to dig deep, oracle

For proof that words are the only solace

I walked away and I learned less

I come correct to the mess in the mirror

Honesty never buried oracle

Its proof of life is the only solace

    

Quién dijo eso?

Que no sabes nada?

Quién dijo eso?

Que no sabes nada?

Quién dijo eso?

Que no sabes nada?

Quién dijo eso?

Que no sabes nada?

Quién dijo eso?

(What’s the word)

Que no sabes nada?

(What’s the word)

Quién dijo eso?

(What’s the word)

Que no sabes nada?

(What’s the word)

Quién dijo eso?

(What’s the word)

Que no sabes nada?

(What’s the word)

                                 

What’s the word for what I feel

every summer cruising through the park

Every car adorned with the place I was before

The place that I come from

Se fue la luz The power is out

but somehow it’s around you

one day you’ll feel

how warm it is