La verdadera libertad [English translation]

I hoped I wronged no one.

I needed to be free

Sorry, I was kissing the ground,

Unwrapping a caramel.

Missing your hair,

which isn’t what I like most about you

That scares me about being free, like a vacant cab

Searching for a forever lost bone

That thing one will never find

Which is the true freedom?

That something known by the felon.

Or a way to practice wild truth

To wear the same suit, because there’s no party,

Of organizing a violent protest

Against the slow life

That’s what I like about being free,

Like free bird, free.

Searching for the forever lost bone

That thing one will never find

forever lost bone

What I like being free

Searching for the forever lost bone.

• Artist:Andrés Calamaro
• Album:El Salmón