Ando rodando

I'm rolling
Gustavo Santaolalla.

I'm rolling
on my way looking
Open doors
signs that make me see

Parks, bars,
beds, trains and places
Skies, hells,
everything is the same to me if I don't know

If I don't know what I live for,
if in the sea the river dies
From the promised land
only wounds remain

But from this one
I'm going to find the answer
I'm going to question every living being
to see if the one who lies to us comes out