Who would’ve thought Vida Loca would find me here?
It kept looking for me, but I was a good fugitive.
Now here lies my life, and I wake up to some kind of dream.
I see with a second sight. I feel with another heart full of what matters most.
The dust does not praise me but simply blows up and flies away.
We are more than the dust of angels. We are spirit, what matters most.
Morning is about to break, and my heart is happy.
Amor is destiny.