A La Orilla Del Alma

On the edge of the soul
I leaned out, I leaned out
Looking for a boat
that sailed away without returning.
In the boat was a child
it was me, it was yesterday.
On the edge of the soul
only an old man I found.

On the edge of the soul
I leaned out, I sailed
and I traded my guitar
for a woman's body.
I traded my mother for wine
for an unmade bed.
And in the sea of your eyes
I shipwrecked, I shipwrecked.

On the edge of the soul
no one leans out
until they see
their last hour approaching.
And sitting on the edge
only an old man I found
who traded his guitar
for a woman's body.

On the edge of the soul
no one leans out
until they see
their last hour approaching.