La Piedra Redonda
El Ultimo De La Fila
The Round Stone
What I have I carry with me
in this absurd bag and in this absurd body,
what I want is always so far away
perhaps at the end of this absurd path.
Sometimes, when the sun goes down,
tinting the corner of the sea violet,
I understand that I never had anything and
most likely I never will.
Uuuuh!... Only the kiss of your voice in the soul.
Uuuuh!... And the scent of your body around me.
I feel so alone, I don't know which way to run
like a rare bird that arrived at the feast of monkeys.
Take me, air of the road
to where no one can find me.
Take me, warm and blue air
and leave me hanging from your light.
In your bright knife-like light
I will guess the rose and the carnation.
Take me, air of the road,
to where no one can find me.
Sometimes, when the sun rises,
filling the stillness of the sea with diamonds,
I realize that it was always like this;
I was always alone and always will be.
Uuuuh!... How many times daydreaming.
Uuuuh!... I think I see you in the crowd.
Somewhere someone should write
that this world is nothing more than a huge round stone.
I feel so alone, I don't know which way to run,
like a rare bird that arrived at the feast of monkeys.
Take me, air of the road
to where no one can find me.
Take me, warm and blue air
and leave me hanging from your light.
And in your bright knife-like light
I will guess the rose and the carnation.
Take us, air of the road,
to where no one can find us
