El Viejo Vagon - Saratoga

EstѓЎs al borde del abismo

todo te sale mal.

Vas jugando con el rumbo

en barcos de papel.

EstѓЎs perdido entre las sombras

caminas hacia atrѓЎs.

Vas pensando que un dѓ­a llegue

la suerte a su lugar.

Siempre queda el viejo vagѓіn

de la estaciѓіn.

Donde los sueѓ±os viajan

en la razѓіn.

Has volado a travѓ(c)s del cielo

buscando tu lugar.

Navegando por mares de hielo

no dejas de luchar.

Es posible la locura rozar

si en el fondo estѓЎs.

El cielo un dѓ­a llorѓі por ti dejaste de odiar.

You are on the brink of the abyss

everything goes wrong for you.

You are playing with the direction

in paper boats.

You are lost in the shadows

you walk backwards.

You're thinking that one day it will come

luck to his place.

There is always the old wagon

of the station.

where dreams travel

in reason.

You have flown through the sky

looking for your place

Sailing through seas of ice

you don't stop fighting.

It is possible to rub madness

if you are deep down.

One day the sky cried for you, you stopped hating.