Nada particular
Miguel Bosé
Nothing particular
Flight injured and I don't know where to go
With rage tired of walking
They have asked me to forget everything in short, nothing in particular
Another life and start over
I don't ask you for a fleeting homeland
Decently a hug in short, nothing special
Sing and fly free like the dove sings
Give me an island in the middle of the sea
Call it freedom, sing loud brother!
Tell me that the wind, no, it won't sink it
May my story not bring pain
May my hands work peace
That if I die you kill me with love, nothing special
Give me an island in the middle of the sea
Call it freedom, sing loud brother!
Tell me that the wind, no, it won't sink it
Call it freedom
Give me an island in the middle of the sea
Call it freedom, sing loud brother!
Tell me that the wind, no, it won't sink it
