Canto (el mismo dolor)

I sing because I wake up always with the same sorrows,
with open wounds that still won't heal.
I wander through the paths, through deserts, through the jungle,
crossing the wide seas, towards nowhere.

I sing because I get tired of giving explanations,
I have no solutions, why ask so much?
Jumping from bed to bed, from mouth to mouth, from skirt to skirt.
I don't go back where I came from, I never look back.

And there's no better or worse, because with the people I stumble upon,
they suffer from the same pain, they are the same, the same pain.
There's no better or worse, whether you're still or in motion,
you suffer the same pain, you're the same, the same pain.

I sing because I'm fed up with crowded places,
with boring schemes to achieve security.
I leave from here to somewhere else, you raise crows, and then they eat your eyes.
I sing because I wake up, always with the same sorrows.

And there's no better or worse, because with the people I stumble upon,
they suffer from the same pain, they are the same, the same pain.
There's no better or worse, whether you're still or in motion,
you suffer the same pain, you're the same, the same pain.