Sueño
Pedro Guerra
Dream
What piece of land would you call homeland
When the veil of sleep falls from your eyes?
To what part of the world would you put fences
When deep sleep erases the city?
And there's nothing close, there's nothing far
When everything blends and living
Is finding the way out in a forest of mirrors
There's no one close, there's no one far
The padlock, the door, in your hands death
Life, light, and reflection
What wood fire would you call home
When hunger is a duel that takes you to the sea?
To what part of the world would you call homeland
When deep sleep shows an equal side?
And there's nothing close, there's nothing far
When everything blends and living
Is finding the way out in a forest of mirrors
There's no one close, there's no one far
The padlock, the door, in your hands death
Life, light, and reflection
No, no one is from here, no one is from there or from here
No, no one is from there, no one is from there or from here
No, no one is from here, no one is from there or from here
And there's nothing close, there's nothing far
When everything blends and living
Is finding the way out in a forest of mirrors
There's no one close, there's no one far
The padlock, the door, in your hands death
Life, light, and reflection
