I am made of wood, I drift away
I go at the mercy of the river's outburst
I come, I go and I come
I am all that I cannot call mine
I come, I go and I come
I am all that I cannot call mine
I have such clean edges
I have been tattooed with water and time
I come, I go and I come
I am much less what I know than what I feel
I come, I go and I come
I am much less what I know than what I feel
And one day I drifted to your shore
I was buried in a recede of your sand
You made me with my dreams and my nightmares
With my bad lights and my good nights
I don't know what that is called destiny
Perhaps just once in the wood
I only know that I made a stop on the way
And that today I would stay forever at your door
I only know that I made a stop on the way
And that today I would stay forever at your door
Estoy hecho de madera de deriva
Voy a merced de la resaca y del río
Vengo, voy y vengo
Soy todo aquello que no puedo llamar
Vengo, voy y vengo
Soy todo aquello que no puedo llamar mío