STUMBLE

The stumble... Ah, the stumble...

In faith, in work, in the stone, in children,
in the challenge, in God, in love, in children
in parents, in friendship, in our children...
In our love, in relatives, in our children…

In the mask that the world has, our cross.
In the values to be built that we loss and loss.
And in the truths that are so false coming in our talks.

In the stumble itself when I stumble in myself.
The stumble... Ah, the stumble... In myself.

The stumble that I am of myself, my own failure,
when I find no answers to my displeasure
And disappointments come without pleasure.
Having no return to my desires, only unpleasure.

Ah, the stumble... When my heel
does not move forward and I hit foot on heel.

When I intertwine myself over dreams
and fall over illusions and daydreams
that I had insanely created without meaning.
The stumble in me and on my best feelings.

The stumble... Ah, the stumble...

In faith, in work, in the stone, in children,
in the challenge, in God, in love, in children
in parents, in friendship, in our children...
In our love, in relatives, in our children…

In the mask that the world has, our cross.
In the values to be built that we loss and loss.
And in the truths that are so false coming in our talks.