El Pájaro Azul

I go looking for what I want,
Finding out, my way,
That I don't like the cops
Or people with flags,
Or the Virgin Mary,
No ideology;
But if it helps,
I ask for freedom for the pygmies,
Who give me even though I don't see them.

Water. If they come for me, give me water.
Meanwhile, I'll try to negotiate with life
What I have, what you already know...
What I keep under seven locks.

I go out on the street naked,
Don't think it's madness,
With the eye of my ass
I measure the temperature.
While the majority,
More stubborn every day,
Is busy with their things,
I ask...

I've been waiting for you so long
That I've lost social consciousness
And I can't find a grip anymore,
Abandoned in this global absence.
Since I don't see you...
Grant me a wish:
If it's not too much to ask,
I ask for freedom for this miner
Who wants to enter that hole.

I burn. I see you pass by and there, I heat up and burn,
And I enter to prospect in your hips.
If I get lost, tell me where it leads,
What are the main reasons;
That only the wind serves as my guide
Through the paths of utopias.

The wind blows incessantly
So that I return
And in the wind comes and goes
An answer.

I'm looking for an answer
Carried by the wind
And I go behind all the storms
In case I find it