Tres Mil Millones de Latidos

I'm here temporarily
I am a passenger
I don't want to take anything with me
Or use the world as an ashtray

I'm here without a name
And without knowing my whereabouts
I've been given accommodation in the oldest
Of the nurseries

If I wanted to go back
I wouldn't know where
I ask the gardener
And the gardener doesn't respond
There are people who belong somewhere
Not my case
I'm here, temporarily

The sea will move the moon
Or the moon the tides
One is born what one is
Or one will be what one creates
I'm here perplexed
I'm nothing but all ears
I consider myself very lucky
Three billion of my heartbeats

If I wanted to go back
I wouldn't know when
The same gardener must be wondering
There are people who belong somewhere
Not my case
I'm here
I'm here, temporarily
I'm here, temporarily