Viajero (Liza Echeverría)

A traveler without passport is the love
Because it does not know borders or color
Without ticket or luggage, it goes everywhere
And its voice in any language is understood

From New York to Moscow, from Tanzania to Berlin
Everyone dreams with it without even sleeping
In Japan or Brazil, in Jalisco or Sri Lanka
Argentina or Beirut, everyone wants to found the love

The love, the love, the love
Because it does not know borders or color
The love, the love, the love
A traveler without passport is the love

A traveler without commitment is the love
Because it travels all over the world without distinction
Without ticket or luggage, it goes everywhere
And its voice in any language is understood

From Rome to Tehran, from Peru to Tel Aviv
The love will make them understand each other at last
In English or Spanish, Esperanto or French
The final message will ever come

The love, the love, the love, the love
Because it travels all over the world without distinction
The love, the love, the love, the love
A traveler without commitment is the love

The love, the love
If the love, the love
Because it does not know borders
Or color