La Mentira De La Libertad

I think we're all looking for the same thing
We don't know very well what it is or where it is
We heard about the most beautiful sister
What is sought and cannot be found
Those who lost her know her
Those who saw her up close, go far away
And those who found her again
The prisoners know her
Freedom

Some stoners
Some with money problems
Because they wake up dreaming about it
Some who were born in the wrong time
Freedom

All the marginalized people of the end of the world
Slaves of some need
Those who daydream
Those who can't sleep
Freedom

Some sadly in love
Still paying the price of love
Some who can't wait
And they can't stand the need any longer
Some captives of that
They don't know where to look
I have some brothers
And a very beautiful sister
Freedom

Same as Andrés
I often wonder: Where is it?
And I can't stop thinking: Is it just a word?
The beautiful sister
Freedom