El Sol No Tiene Bolsillos
María Elena Walsh
The Sun Has No Pockets
The sun has no pockets
The moon has no sea
Why in such a big world
There is so little space?
Where am I going?
And where are you going?
And where are we going to end up?
Rolling in a bubble
In search of humanity
Why if the air belongs to everyone
Do we pay to breathe?
Why in such a big world
There is so little space?
Where am I going?
And where are you going?
And where are we going to end up?
Rolling in a bubble
In search of humanity
I've seen square flowers
And a military bird
Why in such a big world
There is so little space?
Where am I going?
And where are you going?
And where are we going to end up?
Rolling in a bubble
In search of humanity
