Madera de deriva [English translation]

I'm made of driftwood,

I go at the mercy of the river undertow,

I come, I come and go,

I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.

I come, I come and go,

I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.

I have the edges so rounded,

I was tattooing myself with water and time,

I come, I come and go,

I'm much less what I know than what I feel.

I come, I come and go,

I'm much less what I know than what I feel.

And someday I drifted to your bank,

I ran aground on a bend of your sand,

you got hold of my dreams and my nightmares,

of my bad lights and my Christmas Eves.

I don't know what it is that they call fate,

perhaps it's barely a grain in the wood.

I just know that I made a stop on the way

and today I would stay forever by your side.

I just know that I made a stop on the way

and today I would forever stay by your side.

I'm made of driftwood,

I go at the mercy of the river undertow,

I come, I come and go,

I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.

I come, I come and go,

I'm everything that I couldn't call mine.