Traducir a
I walk fragile like a daffodil
Pushed back by a strong wind
And all the thoughts that dress me
Makes me look like a kite
I take difficult paths
Who go dragging on the hills
Where piles of slightly slender trees
Stretch out their arms and their roots to me
I travel, I travel
And in my head, and in my loins
The idea of you is gaining ground
The idea of you is gaining ground
I pass peacefully in the forests
I stop one evening under a waterfall
To whistle an old minuet
With parade birds
I find the sea at the end of the sky
In the water the planktons sparkle
And in the dark all the stars
Swell my soul like a sail
I travel, I travel
And in my head, and in my loins
The idea of you is gaining ground
The idea of you is gaining ground
I pass endless cabarets
Wet zincs and drunk people
In countries where the sky delivers
Tons of desires and regrets
I immerse my heart in looks
Where boredom and despair float
Then I leave to look elsewhere
If the world gone is not better
I travel, I travel
And in my head, and in my loins
The idea of you is gaining ground
The idea of you is gaining ground
