Mil Vueltas

I give myself a thousand and five hundred turns
Wondering what to do
I get dizzy and lose my way
Changing my mind
I look for clues in the cards
And in the coffee grounds
I ask the masters
In a blind act of faith

I give myself a thousand and five hundred turns
But I still don't know what to do
The more questions I ask
The less I can answer
I look for clues in the skies
I don't know if something will happen
I ask the stars
In case there's already an astral plan

And I don't have a map to follow
I don't have a single coordinate
Not a compass to tell me where to go
Oh no!
How to continue
I wish that life itself
Shows me the way

I give myself a thousand and five hundred turns
Wondering what to do
I get dizzy and lose my way
Changing my mind
I look for clues in the cards
And in the coffee grounds
I ask the masters
In a blind act of faith

I give myself a thousand and five hundred turns
But I still don't know what to do
The more questions I ask
The less I can answer
I look for clues in the skies
I don't know if something will happen
I ask the stars
In case there's already an astral plan

And I don't have a map to follow
I don't have a single coordinate
Not a compass to tell me where to go
Oh no!
How to continue
I wish that life itself
Shows me the way