vivimos sin razon

My head became a playground,
Giddy, enigmatic, and ecstatic,
I have no idea what to expect,
Pero creo que ya no importa,

We dance to melodies with no meaning,
We laugh at jokes that aren’t funny,
We smile for no reason,
Pero creo que ya no importa,

Because there’s something inside worth living,
So I keep moving on, with exertion,
With hope,
Without clarity,
With a childish sense of play,
Y por primer vez, creo que ya no importa…
En este momento, nada me importa.