Sin Equipaje

The wind blows from those years,
that have given us so much,
the echo of a song sounds
that I have left in every corner.

I have already tasted
sweet and bitter sips,
our steps will become long,
if we seek a better place.

With what remains,
I know very well, it will be worth it,
fire in the veins
and wings in the heart.

Tattooed nights,
more than a thousand battles already,
we have mornings left to win.
Dawn light,
I have left so much behind,
I still have bullets to spend.

With my boots from everywhere,
I have come down to find you,
in this train to nowhere,
we still have places to reach.

The rain falls nicely
and it's getting late,
two wild ones without baggage,
say the crickets at your gate.

There is a life and some dreams
that still breathe
and a couple of wounds,
that will soon close.

Tattooed nights,
more than a thousand battles already,
we have mornings left to win.
I keep that madness,
that is incurable now,
let's burn the doubts in your attic.

We have mornings left to win,
Let's burn the doubts in your attic.

Without baggage.