Where are the impatient ones going down the river
To swim, in a hurry, in the heart of the current
Without regards to the helm and the ultimate test
Of the freshwater beaten by the great ocean
They had no boat and the wind was contrary
They had nowhere to settle their roots
In the heart of the sun their gazes were fixed
Their lungs longed for the sea breeze
They crossed the intact electrical dam
The hands of many friends tied like a net
They shrugged of the pathetic adive with smiles
The advice of old willows weep over their silted lives
Be wary of the lighthouse and its glass eye
A trap for so many birds lured by its light
Be wary of the code and the game of light
Where too many blackouts hide the truth
They looked in their hearts for an explosion of joy
And the wave passed over uncharted islands
And the tidal wave that sweeps and drowns
All this spewed by distorted wrecks
From the first moment of old fractures
They managed to leave over and over again, they came
The origin of fire of their very nature
They managed to search over and over again, they found it again
You burn, they said, a candle at both ends
But two flames, is it too much for those adventurers?
One glows in the dark and the other is a spark
That sprung forth from a fire of love that can burn everything
Where are the impatient ones going down the river
To swim, in a hurry, in the heart of the current
Without regards to the bar and the ultimate test
Of the freshwater beaten by the great ocean