Voy siguiendo mi camino

When you find me feeling tired
and lost on a road,
when my soul fades away,
give me your hand, my friend.

I was like a wandering bird
that never found its nest;
I was like a dog without a master
that never felt any love.

And flowers always bloom,
and it always snows in winter.
I'm following my path,
and the more I live, the more I die.

And even if my face doesn't show
the marks that time leaves behind,
I've walked a thousand roads
and even while living, I'm dead.

And flowers always bloom,
and it always snows in winter.
I'm following my path,
and while they come, I go back.

And I wouldn't want to lose you,
youth, my beloved,
and I already feel you drifting
slowly away from my life.

And flowers always bloom,
and it always snows in winter.
I'm following my path,
and while they come, I go back.

And flowers always bloom,
and it always snows in winter.
I'm following my path,
and the more I live, the more I die.