Un velero llamado libertad
Yesterday is gone,
took his things and began to browse,
a shirt, jeans,
and a song.
Where to go,
where to go.
He said goodbye,
and decided to fight a duel with the sea,
and touring the world on his sailboat,
and surf, nai na na, surf.
And he was gone,
and his boat was called Freedom,
and gulls found in heaven,
and painted, trails in the sea.
And he was gone,
and his boat was called Freedom,
and gulls found in heaven,
and painted, trails in the sea.
His heart,
sought a different way of living,
but the waves shouted: go,
with others, nai na na, with others.
And he slept,
night and shouted: where you go,
and in his dreams drew gulls,
and thought, now I must return.
He returned,
and a voice asked as you are,
and looking at it discovered
eyes, nai na na, blue as the sea.
And he was gone,
and his boat was called Freedom,
and gulls found in heaven,
and painted, trails in the sea.
And he was gone,
and his boat was called Freedom,
and gulls found in heaven,
and painted, trails in the sea.