Thought the road is narrow,
Thought the dust sticks to the body,
Though the winds drag me,
I follow my paths without a burden
Going like a roamer,
Without fix direction or goal,
to the turns of the weathercock,
To the blowing of the wind,
The case is going
The case is going
The landscape doesn't belong to me,
I go without baggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim through the Spain roads
I want to be a pilgrim through the Spain roads
I don't propose a destiny.
I don't take off places to anyone,
Because my place is the air,
Like the smell of the good wine
Knowing that is never too late,
My foot always in the stirrup
And every step I take,
Is a step less to give,
The case is going
The case is going
The landscape doesn't belong to me,
I go without baggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim through the Spain roads
I want to be a pilgrim through the Spain roads
I don't leave trace or footprints
Because I'm not a memory
I pass doing silence
Without being slave of time
As limit the horizon
And as frontier the sea
For not having I don't have a north
And I don't know what is to arrive
The case is going
The case is going
The landscape doesn't belong to me,
I go without baggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim through the Spain roads
I want to be a pilgrim through the Spain roads