Tierra Seca

What am I looking for in the dry land,
I wonder?
What am I looking for in the little jug,
solitude?
What am I looking for on the horizon?
Who is waiting for me?
What am I looking for in the blind night
that will come?

What am I looking for in the old step
of the years?
What am I looking for in the sweet lips
of love?
What am I looking for in this guitar
with my hands?
What am I looking for every morning
among your scent?

What am I looking for in the vain history
of my heroes?
What am I looking for in the noon
of pain?
What am I looking for in the horse ride
of the grandfather?
What am I looking for in the drop of water
that fell?

I'm just going,
just going...
Singing in the dry land,
just going.
Slowly in the dry land,
just going.
Kissing the dry land,
just going.
Leaving the dry land,
just going.
What am I looking for in those newspapers
without soul?
What am I looking for in that conspiracy
of power?
What am I looking for in the melody
of your back?
What am I looking for in the black rain
of dawn?

What am I looking for in those roads
without history?
What am I looking for in those flags
without color?
What am I looking for in the new flame
of the children?
What am I looking for in my own skin,
in my sweat?

What am I looking for in the dry north
of my dreams?
What am I looking for in the murky eyes
of goodbye?
What am I looking for in every memory
that I carry?
What am I looking for in this minute
with my voice?

I'm just going,
just going...
Singing in the dry land...