Por El Camino

All these hours
Of rivers and delusions
Where do they go, where do they go

It wasn't enough
Regrettable attempt
To escape, for fear of slipping

Everyone
Loses their way and I

I want to get lost down the road
Everything sounds better when it sounds with you

Long ago
The flowers say
That they will come, they will come

It will be the spring
That rows against the wind
And where will it go, where will it go

Everyone
Loses their way and I

I want to get lost down the road
Everything sounds better when it sounds with you

When you find
What is needed
And see the end
When you have nothing left to escape from

Give me the air
That I need
And let it fly