Antes de decirme nada,
mírame bien a la cara.
El sonido que me llama
desde el fondo de la nada
envenena el pozo de mi fe,
ésto no es sino un mal sueño del que quiero despertar.
Cada escena de mi vida
es la lucha desmedida
entre lo que he sido y lo que soy.
No me digas que me calle,
no me pidas que me marche,
esto nunca fue la realidad.
Y si todo ha sido un sueño del que debo despertar.
Sálvame, Dios mío, sálvame.
Por eso, sálvame, Dios mío, sálvame.
Y aunque trate de esconderme,
yo no sé disimular,
todo el mundo me señala
por ser fuente de maldad.
Por eso, sálvame, Dios mío, sálvame.
Ya no sé cómo rogarte
que me ayudes a encontrar
un camino de retorno,
aunque tenga que penar.
Por eso, sálvame, Dios mío, sálvame.
Sálvame, Dios mío, sálvame,
por eso, sálvame, Dios mío, sálvame.
Sálvame, Dios mío, sálvame,
por eso, sálvame.
look me straight in the face.
The sound calling me
from the depths of nothingness
poisons the well of my faith,
this is only a bad dream from which I want to wake.
Every scene of my life
is the boundless struggle
between what I have been and what I am.
Do not tell me to be quiet,
do not ask me to leave,
this was never reality.
And what if everything has been a dream from which I must wake?
Save me, my God, save me.
That is why, save me, my God, save me.
And though I try to hide,
I do not know how to pretend,
everyone points at me
for being a source of evil.
That is why, save me, my God, save me.
I no longer know how to beg you
to help me find
a way back,
even if I must suffer for it.
That is why, save me, my God, save me.
Save me, my God, save me,
that is why, save me, my God, save me.
Save me, my God, save me,
that is why, save me.