Diente de León

Poor sailor, heart of a stranger, slave of the wind and the sea
Poor sailor, heart of a stranger, slave of the wind and the sea

They told me they saw you
Crying on your sailboat
Anchored to your desire, to escape

And although it's been so long, stranded in some bar
He has understood that the worst cruise is the one that did not sail
He packed his desire to dream and was shipwrecked looking for freedom
This is how he found peace in his heart
His map, a guitar and his north, a song
His map, a guitar and his north, a song

Talk to the waves
He tells them his secrets
He wants to be a seagull and fly

And although it's been so long, stranded in some bar
He has understood that the worst cruise is the one that did not sail
He packed his desire to dream and was shipwrecked looking for freedom
This is how he found peace in his heart
His map, a guitar and his north, a song

He packed his desire to dream and was shipwrecked looking for freedom
This is how he found peace in his heart
His map, a guitar and his north, a song

His map, a guitar and his north, a song
His map, a guitar and his north, a song