Žodžiai dainai: Eduardo Cautiño. Viajero. Stranger.

I was lost and I couldn't see
the silent ghost that haunted me
Roaming the backroads of my mind
Chasing shadows, I was blind
Always crossing over the lines
I was always wondering
who's the one that hides behind
the eyes of time

Living with a Stranger all my life
Lost in a paradox, like I was someone else
Deceiving my own nature
master of disguise
I've been a Stranger to my self.

I was born without a key
right outside the gates of destiny
in this prison of light and rust
splitting visions in the dust
another broken spirit
on a midnight bus

Always crossing over the lines
I was always wondering
who's the one that rides behind
the wheels of time

Like the book I never read
a pillow on my empty bed
waiting for the sun to rise

A wave crashing on the shore
a voice I never heard before
like thunder tearing
through the midnight sky.


(Gracias a Margarita por esta letra)