El Oráculo

Paths of chance
Inspire my steps
And guide my tears
Let me breathe the breeze of freedom

My soul: Why do you have to cry?
You must accept that I am blind
Old soul, today you must fly
Give your sorrow to the God of the wind

Dawn light
Come and tell me who I am
Dawn light
Come to where I am

The wings of the wind
Have brought you here
Seeking answers
Seeking me
And I don't find myself

My soul: Why do you have to cry?
You must accept that I am blind
Old soul, today you must fly
Give your sorrow to the God of the wind

Dawn light
Why do you have to cry?
Dawn light
Why am I blind?

My soul: Why do you have to cry?
You must accept that I am blind
Old soul, today you must fly
Give your sorrow to the God of the wind