- Diego: Mira, ése es guiri.
- Guiri: No, eh, yo soy de Ibiza.
Once upon a time there was a boy
In his early years he had to learn
how to grow up living in a war that he called home
Never know just where to turn for shelter from the storm…
Hearing all the yelling I would cry up in my room
Hoping it would be over soon
I often wonder why I carry all this guilt
when it’s you that helped me put up all these walls I’ve built
Shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
The echo of a broken child screaming “Please, no more”
Daddy, don’t you understand the damage you have done?
To you it’s just a memory, but for me it still lives on
Every morning that I wake I look back at yesterday…
but I’m O.K.