What’s the melody in my  soul

identity

What’s so wrong with being born, born

Calamity 

 

My heart speaks

so deamed, I cannot hear

The ghost, keep tormenting my mind

When’s the end of my night?

 

Voy buscando el control del volumen

que me guie el corazón, que me alumbre

Esta era a mi me tiene tan perdida

tengo miedo de quedarme sin salida 

 

(Hook)  

What’s the melody in my soul

become my identity

What’s so wrong with being born sensitive

Feels like a calamity 

Any chance at loving vulnerability?

any clue of where’s treasured consistently

What’s so wrong with being born sensitive?

When the joy’s rioting 

 

(Rap)

Tienes miedo de luchar y que sea tarde

que mañana no sea suficiente levantarte

ten fe, que tan solo cuesta recordarte

de los planos que en tu alma, antes de venir guardaste

 

de las pequeñas chispas apagadas al crecer

y de las grandes pasiones que encendian tu ayer

de aquella fuerza imparable que lleva tu verdad

tu regalo para sanar desde las celulas 

 

(Verse)

Have I exhausted all the guidance I was meant to have?

All that is left is silence and phrases to figure out

Que me robo el ayer, quiero recordar (open your heart)

que me devuelva pronto mi tranquilidad (now)

 

(Hook)  

What’s the melody in my soul

become my identity

What’s so wrong with being born sensitive

Feels like a calamity 

Any chance at loving vulnerability?

any clue of where’s treasured consistently

What’s so wrong with being born sensitive?

When the joy’s rioting  

 

Lower harmony (countersinging)

 

What’s so wrong with being born with

Any chance at loving

Vulnerability 

Born sensitive, when the joy’s rioting Lower is rioting