Waiting for the Wind to Rise [Spanish translation]

There used to be a time

When I knew where I was at.

People would say to me

"Ah, you're crazy,"

And I'd laugh at that.

There were no dots,

No complications;

Life was a game of situations

For me to play, from day to day.

And living on a feast of dreams

Never questioning

Any plans that were made,

And knowing that

That you would come

When the keeper of all my keys

Would feel this way.

There used to be a time

When I knew what I would be.

Laughing seemed to want to

Interfere with what was meant for me.

Believing in conformity,

Living in a world of uniformity;

I'd ride along with the tide.

I'm waiting for the wind to rise,

To let it check in all my security,

And stepping from the shoreline

Into the waves, then out to sea.

Recently I visited

The old town for the day.

All the people that I'd known had

Married or gone away.

The place still made me feel the same,

Like somehow I was to blame

For the way I dressed,

Like I'd failed a test.

And passing by a newspaper stand,

Bought a small piece of insanity;

And inside they said

That maybe Canada or some place

Was making it free.

What a place to be!