El fantasma (en inglés)

El fantasma
I go out the window
And many days are left behind
I do not hurt all things
Yesterday I could bother.
Drawers are closed
For anyone to see
These words could not say.
But I do not care
Because nothing touches me
And there is nothing alive in me

Float in the air from this afternoon
When my head exploded
Now the floor is made of clouds I look every so often
A spy from where I am
And I see,
And I fly ...
The neighborhood is lit and the night becomes day
Shines like a Christmas tree
And I'm high, very high and the headlights
To be slow from time to time and re-boot.
And I see people running ...
As an endless choreography
And I fly .... As in a plane
The smell of cooking fugazeta mom
And I remember the day he told me
"If you could be a bird to do?"
Now that I float and I feel what I touch,
And people do not see me go ...
I will take to go to fetch
And to tell you how is everything over here
Some morning Grandma is Yolanda
And let us walk together
And I says hello's husband pocha
I play chess and I can not win
And go forward with the kid around
That afternoon I happened to visit
I say hoping because nothing keeps me running
And one day all come here.

And I see ...
And I fly ...
And I see ...
And I fly ...
And I see ...
And I fly ...
And I cry ...
a little ...
This song, 'El fantasma (en inglés)' by Arbol, beautifully captures the feeling of detachment and freedom as the singer reflects on their existence as a ghostly presence...