Buscando - Los Secretos

Turista en mi pa­s, amor de contrabando,

extra±o en mi ciudad, un naєfrago en mi barrio,

porque aєn no he podido saber qu© voy buscando.

Deb­ de preguntar en la puerta de al lado,

y no callejear por barrios de pecado.

Entre flores y sue±os busqu©, sigo buscando.

La cruda realidad, castillos en el aire.

Correr sin descansar por la tierra de nadie,

donde entonces tampoco encontr© qu© voy buscando.

Qu© busco sin parar, qu© busco con tanta prisa,

qu© espero y si va a venir una vida agitada o quizЎs mЎs tranquila.

Cansado de cambiar de solo a solitario,

un brillo de ilusiіn apaga el escenario.

Mientras veo que el tiempo se va sigo buscando,

sigo buscando, sigo buscando.

Tourist in my country, contraband love,

stranger in my city, a castaway in my neighborhood,

because I still haven't been able to find out what I'm looking for.

I must have asked next door,

and not wander through neighborhoods of sin.

Between flowers and dreams I searched, I keep searching.

The harsh reality, castles in the air.

Running without resting through no man's land,

where then I didn't find what I'm looking for either.

What am I looking for without stopping, what am I looking for in such a hurry,

What do I expect and if a hectic life is going to come or maybe a calmer one.

Tired of changing from lonely to lonely,

a glow of illusion extinguishes the stage.

While I see that time goes away I keep looking,

I'm still looking, I'm still looking.