Infinita Highway [English translation]

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.