You make me take too many
Risks of this highway
You make me run after
The horizon of this highway
No one around, silence in the desert
Deserted highway
We are alone and none of us
Know exactly where we're going to stop
But we don't have to know where we're going
We have only to go
We don't want to have what we don't
We just want to live
Without reasons nor goals
We are alive and that's all
Above all is the law
Of this infinite highway
When I lived and died in the city
I had nothing, nothing to lose
But I was afraid, afraid of this road
Look at that! You see,
When I lived and died in the city
I had everything, everything around me
But everything I felt was that something was missing
And at night I would wake up soaked in sweat
We don't want to remember what we forgot
We just want to live
We don't want to learn what we know
We don't even want to know
Without reasons nor goals
We are alive and that's all
We just obey the law
Of the infinite highway
Listen girl, the wind sings a song
One of those we never sing without a reason
Tell me girl: "Is the road a prison?"
I think it is, you pretend it's not
But it won't make us stay still
With the head in the clouds and feet on the ground
It's okay girl, there's no use in being free
If so many people live without means to live
We are alone and none of us
Know where we want to get
We're alive without reasons
What reasons do we have to be?
Behind words hidden
Between the lines of the horizon
Of this highway
Silent highway
"I see a tremulous horizon
I have teary eyes"
"I may be completely mistaken
I may be running to the wrong side"
But "doubt is the price of purity"
And it's useless to be sure
I see the signs saying "Don't run"
"Don't die", "Don't smoke"
"I see the signs cutting the horizon
They look like double-edged knives"
My life is as confuse as the Central America
So don't accuse me of being irrational
Listen girl, let's make a deal
"You hang up the phone if I get too abstract"
I can be a Beatle,
A beatnik, or a bitolado*
But I'm not a actor
I'm not by your side without a reason
So let's make a pact
Of not using the highway to impact
One hundred ten
One hundred twenty
One hundred sixty
Just to see for how long
The motor can resist
In the mouth, instead of a kiss a mint chiclet
And the shadow of a smile I left
On one of the highway's turns
*Bitolado is slang for someone close-minded/narrow-minded.