Asleep to time and love,
a long and … path
that’s got to be followed,
that’s got to be cursed.
Children of stress and pain
a hundred forces that flood
the heart
separate you from yourself
I want to feel something that
smells of life,
Ì want my blood to race madly with passion,
I want to discover the music
in laughter,
The deep light and love,
a long road y con ilusión
Que hay que recorrer
from now until the end,
Children of stress...

One day, it emerged from the silence
in the echo of a voice
that expanded in the wind
and even reaches the heart.
The guitar spoke
to the guitar about freedom.
From its thought emerge things
it doesn’t want to conceal
along the street and the paths,
the early morning’s coming
The guitar spoke
to the morning about freedom
A rumour is heard on the street corners,
proclaiming that the day
will come when all men
will be able to walk together.
The guitar [spoke] to the morning...

The day I went out
searching for my life and for myself,
I felt something great inside me
when I looked back
and said goodbye.
A feeling of love
that me llevó de tí una ilusión
Quedó atrás un porvenir
a security and a je ne sais quoi
in that moment I understood.
Little things that have
great value.
A feeling of love
that takes me towards you
with my pain.

Who will speak?
Who will tell us
the truth?
Everyone claims to know and say
what you’re thinking
with elegant words
Y el gesto duro a la vez
we want to choose
without anyone saying more
the path that leads to the shore
of freedom.

I need to know,
if there’s a sky that covers
the land and sea.
I need to know,
if a heavenly star
will judge us.
I need a safe point
where my body and soul
can support themselves.
I need a silence,
someone who understands
and knows how to listen.
Because life’s passing me by
and I’m not going to live from the past
and I want to feel with my body
I need to hold on
to the tail of the wind so I can fly.
Tomorrow, I need
a new song
to unfold the mystery.

Hey, friend! How are you this morning?
Do you remember anything about what
happened to you yesterday?
I know you don’t care anymore.
It rains on you at night
and you walk all day,
you go in search of your being.
A smile shines on your lips
that penetrates the depths
of my being.
I know you don’t care anymore,
you’ve got to keep going,
you have to ensure
that nothing ties you here,
in your mind, you arrange
everything as it should be.
Keep fighting and you’ll finally
be able to achieve your being.

What does it matter if the road is long?
The dew will be born from the slow dawn, reaping thistles and briers,
tomorrow, my friend, the wheat
will flourish.

When thunder is love,
lightning is life
and rain is the light.

What does it matter if I lose tomorrow
if I’ve won freedom for my children?
Yesterday is neither today nor tomorrow,
it’s time gone by.

When thunder is love,
lightning is life
and rain is the light.