I am one of those who dream of freedom,
a captain of a sailing ship that has no sea.
I am one of those who live searching for a place.
I am Quixote of the ageless time.
And I like people who are real.
Being a bohemian, a poet and a vagabond fits me well.
I am a singer of silences, who doesn’t live peacefully,
the one who shows off to be Spanish wherever he goes.
And my Dulcinea, where are you?
Your love is not easy to find.
And your face can be seen in every woman,
so many times I dreamed I was dreaming of your love.
I am happy with a glass of wine and a piece of bread,
and also, of course, with caviar and champagne.
I am that vagabond, who does not live in peace,
I'm content with nothing, with everything and with more.
I am afraid of the time that easily passes by,
of people who talk, who tell to much what they think,
because I come from another world,
I am Quixote of the ageless time.
And my Dulcinea, where are you?
Your love is not easy to find.
And your face can be seen in every woman,
so many times I dreamed that I was dreaming of your love.
So many times I dreamed that I was dreaming of your love.