Diario de Uno Más

The sea, the sea
has taken my north,
my honor, my shadow, and my life
and has left me with nothing
who lends me a little boat
to be able to cross the strait
today I have a calm sea
but the sky is black
who lends me some wings
to be able to reach port
who lends me a blanket
in case the weather changes
who lends me a passport
to be able to reach another land
I am a soul from the strait of death
I am a missionary
who lends me a little boat
to be able to reach port

Today my heart dies and agonizes
I bring in my pain, desires, and smiles
Today my heart dies and agonizes
I bring in my pain, desires, and smiles

There was someone in life
who shouted to the four winds
painter who paints churches
with your foreign brush
even if the Virgin is white
paint me black angels
how the wood creaks
of the boat of dreams
I am a man without borders
not to be called a sailor
I have no love in port
I depend on the winds

Today my heart dies and agonizes
I bring in my pain, desires, and smiles
Today my heart dies and agonizes
I bring in my pain, desires, and smiles

Straits of the strait
that have taken lives from you
who buys my impatience
I even give it away

Today my heart dies and agonizes
I bring in my pain, desires, and smiles
Today my heart dies and agonizes
I bring in my pain, desires, and smiles