El secreto de las tortugas (en inglés)

El secreto de las tortugas
Lost inadvertently gave me the papers before yesterday
where were the tips that aim
everything was well pa
and now we're way to the border
enjoying all of life inch
so I have to meet to look and tell me again
I need a little help
a word that I can convince
when I speak the small mountain
no more moves
cross border road
sips enjoying the full moon
as if I'm not going to get wet in here never stops raining,
here is raining.

And if we continue with the scheme set
grow tired after a while you start
probably not find the way
but we do have the urge to fly.
How easy it is to lose the hand
Hang onto my mother
the empty vessel that is not filled
if you do not return to Jerez.
When we journey to the border
poor thing is tired of life
when I pass
but stop and never stopped running
and if not stopped running.
Improvise a final script
we have no choice
forget
and have all the stars
the road to never
Missing want to dream
and it sounds it seems that we
convinced we only have to lose
speed long ago that we are not
divided something left over when we take a fly.
And we survived 'but rather to nose
is that we were so lost that we could not see the joy
that takes the fear
the good times, the January sun, back to you every morning

Ah, ah, ah, ah, aha ....
Inadvertently, I was handed a mysterious document just the other day, filled with cryptic clues and tantalizing hints that pointed towards a brighter future. Everything seemed perfect and in place, but now I find myself on the brink of unknown territory, embracing every moment of this journey called life...