Los Atajos
Francis Cabrel
The Shortcuts
I walked without looking
You just looked without walking
And that's how we met
With his guitar each
With his silence each
Our destinies crossed
You said when there are no feelings
Butterflies follow the wind
Let's take a random path
And so as night falls
From bridge to bridge
We leave the city far behind
We only heard the notes
Of the earth in our boots
Under that gray moon
Days pass without feeling
Whether it's January or April
And we don't think about going back
Among the clouds like two
Absurd migrating birds
Looking for skirts to rummage through
The hunter pursued his prey
We have to escape or end up on his table
Let's take the shortcuts, it's better
And so as night falls
From bridge to bridge
We leave the city far behind
We only heard the notes
Of the earth in our boots
Under that gray moon
I remember well that once
Dogs came out to bite
Our figures as we walked
And a stone fell
Between you and me but you see
No one can stop us
And so as night falls
From bridge to bridge
We leave the city far behind
We only hear the notes
Of the earth in our boots
Under the same gray moon
