Gritenme Piedras Del Campo

I am like the wind that runs
Around this world
I walk among many pleasures
I walk among many pleasures
But none of them are mine

I am like the bird in a cage
Imprisoned and bound to your love
Even if the cage is made of gold
Even if the cage is made of gold
It remains a prison

Speak to me mountains and valleys
Shout stones of the field at me
When have you seen in life
Love like I am loving
Cry like I am crying
Die like I am dying

(Tiny one, how far away you are my life!)

Sometimes I feel like a sun
And the world means nothing to me
Then I wake up and look at myself
Then I wake up and look at myself
I am much less than nothing

In the end, I am in this world
Like a feather in the air
I wander aimlessly through life
I wander aimlessly through life
And you are to blame for that

Speak to me mountains and valleys