I believe we all seek the same thing,
we do not know very well what nor where it is,
we heard talk of the most beautiful sister,
who is sought and cannot be found,
those who lost her know her,
those who saw her close up, to go away very far,
and those who found her again,
prisoners know her,
liberty.
Some junkies,
some with money problems,
because they wake up dreaming of her,
some born at the wrong time,
liberty.
All the marginal people at the ends of the earth,
slaves of some necessity,
those who dream awake,
those who cannot sleep,
liberty.
Some sadly in love,
paying still the price of love,
some who cannot wait
and can no longer bear necessity,
some captives of that
who do not know where to look,
I have some brothers and a very beautiful sister,
liberty.
Just like Norberto, I ask myself often,
where is she? and I do not stop thinking,
it may be only a word, the beautiful sister,
liberty.