Fuga
Martín Valverde
Escape
A bunch of regular folks,
tired of living just like that.
They went down a path to the sea,
left the cities behind.
And they sing, they sing without stopping,
to the God who made the earth and its mountains.
They don't stop, they don't cease to enjoy,
finally they have discovered loving life.
People watch them go by,
And they know well they will never return.
They say they are crazy for singing.
If crazy is being happy, they will continue.
