What makes us human

I write of love, of time, of space, Of memories we can't erase, Of minds we'll make, of dreams untold, Of what remains as we grow old.

In Spanish, English, Portuguese, Through gentle chords and crazy beats. The words may change, the music too, But still the questions carry through.

Who are we when the world has changed? What do we keep? What slips away? And when the things we know are gone, What part of us will still go on?

But not each song must search for light, Or find the answers out of sight. Sometimes there's nothing more to say, Just turn it up and dance away.