Grítenme Piedras Del Campo

I am like the wind that runs
Around this world
Walks among many pleasures
Walks among many pleasures
But none of them are his

I am like a bird in a cage
Imprisoned and sunk in your love
And even if the cage is made of gold
And even if the cage is made of gold
It is still a prison

Speak to me mountains and valleys
Shout stones of the field at me
When had they seen in life
To love like I am loving
To cry like I am crying
To die like I am dying

Sometimes I feel like a sun
And the world means nothing to me
Then I wake up and laugh
Then I wake up and laugh
I am much less than nothing

In the end, I am in this world
Like a feather in the air
I go aimlessly through life
I go aimlessly through life
And you are to blame for that