Buscant la Sort [English translation]

Barefoot flowers

on the edge of the horizon

far away from humankind

are well placed around the world.

They are aware that time is short

but rich in color.

I live on the air

distance is my north.

Offspring of the shore,

the dew, my cradle.

You can't know what you own

before the tide goes out.

The sky is full of words

which the heart now is unable to silence.

The wind drives you away from home

it no longer wants to let you come back.

I will go looking for luck

I will keep looking for luck

I will keep looking for luck

I will keep looking around the world.

Mornings

waiting for sunlight

low hours

moving through the brine.

The petals fall slowly

all the flowers have withered.

After one day another will come

We are dying to be born again

The path to come is broader

But you are not by my side.

I will go looking for luck

I will keep looking for luck

I will keep looking for luck

I will be looking for you around the world.