Minueto [English translation]

I like the simple things of life,

modest and true,

that leave footprints when they pass,

I go through life,

looking people in the eyes,

never trying to hide anything.

I come from a place

where the wind calms itself on arrival,

where no one is better or worse,

only equal,

no matter of his aspirations.

I have no age,

I don’t presume to be liberal,

I don’t like that, what speaks

the one who shouldn’t speak,

and when they judge me by chance.

Between bohemian and bourgeois

my blood complains;

but nobody wants to listen,

and although they say the opposite,

it is red and not pink,

that is its natural color.

I come from a place

where the wind calms itself on arrival,

where no one is better or worse,

only equal,

no matter of his aspirations.

I go further

hand in hand with my solitude,

a comrade of the wind,

that leads me,

to look for a land and sea.

...from a place

where the wind calms itself on arrival,

where no one is better or worse,

only equal,

no matter of his aspirations.

I come from a place

where the wind calms itself on arrival,

where no one is better or worse,

only equal,

no matter of his aspirations.