A Buscar Guarida
Cristiano Fantinel
Looking for shelter
Whenever he raised his leg
There was a place to play
These were the people
Who has leagues in his eyes
In a pair of Moors
Who were determined not to lock
I just asked you gentlemen to rest
And a corner to untangle
Early the next day
Changed destiny
Hat ripped off, I was leaving
Following the pilgrim's trail
There was a poncho for rain and cold
And dreams for life
I had an open heart
And a restless soul seeking shelter
One of his dreams was to have his own ranch.
With beautiful flowers and a garden
With a beauty waiting
For the restless search to come to an end
In the mad eagerness to achieve
The dreams he dreamed of
The heart was already racing
And from the distance he got tired
Just found the right direction
When he left for eternal life
Left the Moors in the open field
And forever stuck his leg
"Without scriptures or flowers
There was a cross stuck
Just a simple memory
Of those who lived and died on the road
