Esa Tristeza

That sadness you have
Comes from a tired face
Comes from open hands
For hands that have escaped
For hands that have escaped

That sadness hanging
Where your hair ends
Comes from a sea that has dried up
While you dreamed of longings
While you dreamed of longings

You think
You wander and think
You think
You wander and think
You think you wander and think

I know very well what you have
There is a past in your life
Dust that the wind does not carry away
Are your bad memories

You think
You wander and think
You think
You wander and think
You think
You wander and think