Sin Guía, No
Juana Molina
No Guide, No
I always tell myself I'm gonna leave home, but I can't
Always dreaming of heading to the countryside, the West, and a bird, but
Time keeps passing and I’m stuck
Still tormented by my mistakes
I know that the day I decide to leave, I’ll be free
But I’ve got invisible anchors holding me down
Tied with tight screws
That’s what keeps me from getting away
No guide, no: If there’s no guide, no, I can’t break free from these claws
No guide, no: If there’s no guide, no, there’s no strength to let them go
No guide, no: If there’s no guide, no, I can’t lift the anchors
No guide, no: If there’s no guide, no, I can’t handle this task
Without a doubt, without delay
Without a doubt, without memory
Without a doubt, like right now
Without a doubt, I’m outta here!
When is the day gonna come?
When is it gonna arrive?
Ah, I’m so scared, still!
But that day is gonna come
I see this coming to an end
And one day I’m gonna leave this place
