A vaces pregunto al viento
Julio Iglesias
Sometimes I Ask the Wind
My sorrows, my joys,
my sadness and loneliness,
my lost illusions
and a path to walk.
Sometimes I ask the wind
and it doesn't want to listen to me.
The wind keeps on going;
I stay and it leaves.
The street where I used to play
in my youth of dreaming:
A cigarette in secret,
a Sunday without playing.
Sometimes I ask the wind
and it doesn't want to listen to me.
The wind keeps on going;
I stay and it leaves.
When I walk down the street
and they look at me passing by,
I know those same people
will forget about me.
The lights have gone out
with the final applause,
and those who love me so much today
tomorrow will make me cry.
Sometimes I ask the wind
and it doesn't want to listen to me.
The wind keeps on going;
I stay and it leaves.
Sometimes I ask the wind
and it doesn't want to listen to me.
The wind keeps on going:
I stay and it leaves.
