Buscando

Tourist in my country, love smuggled,
stranger in my city, a castaway in my neighborhood,
because I still haven't been able to figure out what I'm searching for.
I should have asked next door,
and not wander through sinful neighborhoods.
Among flowers and dreams I searched, still searching.
The harsh reality, castles in the air.
Running without rest through no man's land,
where then I also didn't find what I'm searching for.
What am I endlessly searching for, what am I searching for in such a hurry,
what am I waiting for and if a hectic life is coming or maybe a calmer one.
Tired of going from alone to lonely,
a glimmer of hope dims the stage.
While I see that time is passing by, I keep searching,
I keep searching, I keep searching.