Sin llaves
El Ultimo De La Fila
Without keys
The life I hope for and will wait for
In the shade, in the oasis I invented
Like the wise man at the heights of knowledge
I am seaweed in the sea of calm
I am the plank of my own salvation
I love myself and protect myself from my own voice
Take me, with my heart I usually speak
Where a warm sun reigns
By the light of an ear of wheat where to warm up
My bare feet or maybe where to walk
He who doubts does not wait
Backwater in the raging water
What do I think if I feel?
Longings of feeling
My laughter, my time
May they grow up eager to fall in love
Take me, with my heart I usually go
To the place where I was born
Looking for shells at the bottom of the sea
Let them flood my palate
I spread my sails, I must set sail
Now the goldfinch sings by the rosebush
The soul soars, wants to fly, today it is a hawk in heat
Oil lamps must be lit
Dutch painters my hands will stain
On this ancient altar that I raised
I want to climb to the top of my hours
Like new pollen I want to spread out in total abandonment
Oil lamps must be lit
Without keys to the doors of the moment I am
