Quatre Vents

At times I'm a survivor
Of the depths of my feelings,
And in the sadness
Of the long road
I feel the wounds of my time.

Lost in the nights of the west
I've learned to live resilient,
And in my hands I carry
Five continents
And in a closed fist a whole world.

And in the sadness of the long road
I feel the wounds of my time.
And in my hands I carry five continents
And in a closed fist a whole world.

At times I'm just another shipwreck
In the oceans of feelings,
And between the sails
Of my destiny
I feel the rebellion of my time.

Sailing the sea against the current
I've learned to feel insurgent,
And as a flag
I carry a star
Waving over four winds.

And between the sails of my destiny
I feel the rebellion of my time,
And as a flag I carry a star
Waving over four winds.

And in the sadness of the long road
I feel the wounds of my time.
And in my hands I carry five continents
And in a closed fist a whole world.