Libres Como El Viento

Look at how many stars when turning off the light.
More than a million light bulbs, which one are you.
When I remember you,
sitting in a bar,
almost starting to live.
I remember the humid winter of eighty-six
when you thought the world was nonsense,
that the important thing is to live,
to give it your all,
and you used to tell me:

We are all free,
Free like the wind,
free to want to live
or die trying.
I don't know, but what does it matter to me
I don't know... I don't...

Yours has been a bad trip, suicidal spirit,
living as if nothing until burning your life
when I remember you, sitting in a bar.
You used to tell me:

We are all free,
Free like the wind,
free to want to live
or die trying.
I don't know, but what does it matter to me
I don't know... I don't...

You followed your own idea's rhythm to the letter,
and in the end, everything remains in a dream,
in a utopia.

We are all free,
Free like the wind,
free to want to live
or die trying.
I don't know, but what does it matter to me
I don't know... I don't...

Look at how many stars when turning off the light...
...which one are you...