As the water crosses the river
the man walks his land.
As the dam breaks the river
the borders break roads.
North and South, beginning and end
everything is a circle and it starts again.
Fresh air in your mind meet new people
They are things that you, you and you can not deny us.
As the birds migrate. They move
the men swoon. Move
The roadman does not understand (move)
nor the one who seeks life (move)
The steps are guided (move)
by roads without roads (move)
that each one decides (they move)
your giratutto in life (move)
Always against the current on the slope.
Always in the trench those who do not carry paper.
They had not told him what the state says to the wanted one.
There are no more dirty words, no more paper speeches
Laws in a vicious circle, Tower of Babel.
Without work, there is no paper, without anybody in his skin
Skins that step on others, this is not going well
We eat and eat and eat with the movement.
we cme and come with the movement.
But each footprint always leaves a trace.
We eat and eat and eat with the movement.
we cme and come with the movement.
But each footprint carries a story with it.
They can not deny that they gave us legs to walk.
Do not cut the river, come on, grab the channel with detour, let it row.
They can not deny that they gave us legs to walk.
And without toll and without luggage. Brujula pallá compass does not go your guide steps.
They can not deny that they gave us legs to walk.
Move but watch moves shake shake the world
They can not deny that they gave us legs to walk.
Caminero traveling man road without port or whereabouts.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)