Muy Lejos
La Mancha de Rolando
Very Far Away
Walking paths of blood, the soul hurts when you leave.
The memory of travelers is the greatest treasure there is.
Once I learned to listen to you, I couldn't speak again.
Your truth can calm me down but I'll still walk very far away.
I go as far as my peace went, which is already coming back.
Today I intend to imagine a world without law.
Memories don't hurt me, I never cry and it's not bad.
Inventing new steps, there will be time to go down later.
I have a blue sky ahead, sweating drops of salt.
Your truth can be very big but I'll still walk very far away.
