Los Perdidos
El Bordo
The Lost Ones
I came staggering, chatting stories
That I used to hear.
They arrived little by little, the thirsty souls
Who don't want to rest.
And although it becomes so difficult to endure
I know you are there like the sound
And I have nothing left to do
But to give my heart and thank
That you are with me.
I came remembering, that it is your energy
That makes me walk.
It brings joy, heals the wounds
And turns them into a carnival.
Spinning around, without a path
We are several, the lost ones
And in the end, only this remains
I am lost and without a path, but I know you are with me.
