Could you say where you come from, where you can get to,
which drop you come from in this enormous sea
In me there are earth and stones, cold water and wind,
I don't know who I'm telling I'm but I know what I feel
From the steppe pi? cold to the humid jungle,
I still don't know who I am but I feel my soul..
It's the migrant soul..
It pulsates and pulsates, freeing the air,
I don't know who I am yet but I feel my soul
Along the paths or on the pavement,
on the streets of the neighborhood
I have been running since I was born looking for a dream that can hold me
among the long shadows of the square I can no longer hear? pain,
there is no race but only shades of color
From the steppe pi? cold to the humid jungle,
I still don't know who I am but I feel my soul..
It's the migrant soul..
It pulsates and pulsates, freeing the air,
I don't know who I am yet but I feel my soul..
Sin banderas sin fronteras...

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