Con El Viento

Long time ago
I haven't taken my walks

Nor walked the paths of the past
We no longer play, imagining desires
Nor sit in the market square

I no longer take my heartbeats so seriously
My unsatisfied heart has calmed down
Honestly, I no longer look in the mirror

Because the child's face has been erased by the wind...

With the wind...
With the wind...

The air we breathe is poisoned...

With the wind...
With the wind...

The roof tiles are flying away
Too many times, fear came to see me
And I closed my eyes so as not to see...

It goes through the roof and disappears
I never know when it will come back...

I no longer live so close to the border
I never forget that I come from the horizon
Now I raise my gray soul as a flag
So it dances with this northern wind...

Long time ago, I haven't taken off my hat...
We have crossed too many doors

To whom opened, who deserves a monument
It's the god of hearts withered by time...

By time...
By time...

Questions are being erased, that I haven't answered yet

By time...
By time...

Because the child's face has been forgotten...

I make up a story
And the wind takes it away
And the accounts don't add up
I forget the inventions...

I make up a story
And the wind takes it away
And the accounts don't add up
I forget the inventions...

I make up a story
And the wind takes it away
And the accounts don't add up
I forget the inventions...

I make up a story
And the wind takes it away
And the accounts don't add up...