Even if the path is narrow,
The dust sticks to the body,
Even if the winds drag me,
I follow my paths without ballast
Walk like a wanderer,< br/>Without a fixed direction, without a goal,
To the turns of the weather vane,
To the blow of the wind at random
The point is to walk,
The point is to walk
The landscape does not belong to me,
I go without luggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim
On the roads of Spain
I want to be a pilgrim
On the roads from Spain
I do not set a destiny for myself,
I do not remove positions from anyone,
Because my position is the air,
Like the smell of good wine
Knowing that It's never too late,
My foot is always in the stirrup,
And every step I take,
One less step to take,
The point is to walk,
The point is walking
Even if the path is narrow,
The dust sticks to the body,
Although the winds drag me,
I follow my paths without ballast.
Walk like a wanderer,
Without a fixed direction, without a goal,
To the turns of a weather vane,
To the blow of the wind at random
The point is to walk.
The landscape does not belong to me ,
I go without luggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim
On the roads of Spain.
I do not set destinations for myself,
I do not remove positions from anyone ,
Because my position is the air,
Like the smell of good wine.
Knowing that it is never too late,
My foot is always in the stirrup,
And every step I take,
One less step to take,
The point is to walk.
The landscape does not belong to me,
I go without luggage through the long night,
I want Being a pilgrim of time.
The horizon is the limit,
And the sea is the border,
Because I do not have and do not have a north
And I do not know what it means to arrive,
The The case is to walk.
The landscape does not belong to me
I go without luggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim
On the roads of Spain.
I want to be pilgrim
On the roads of Spain.

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