No Sabe Donde Va
Uh, no sabe a dónde va
Pero, sí, sabe que algún día llegará
Uh, no tiene maldad
Y sus amigos creen que pronto volverá
La vida en la pequeña aldea
Trabajando por la tierra le empezaba a marchitar
Y se ha marchado sin maletas
Y con la cabeza llena de historias que inventar
Uh, no sabe a dónde va
Pero, sí, sabe que algún día llegará
Uh, no tiene maldad
Y sus amigos creen que pronto volverá
Le han enseñado a ser valiente
A querer bien a su gente
A saber cuándo escuchar
Ahora ella toma la palabra
Ahora se marcha de casa
Quiere ver el mundo, hacerlo suyo
Uh, no sabe a dónde va
Y de momento lo ha dejado todo atrás
Sabe muy bien lo que se siente
Cuando nadie te comprende
Y estás fuera de lugar
Porque su mundo es diferente
Y parece siempre ausente
Sólo un bicho raro con pocos años
Le acompañan las canciones
Las antiguas grabaciones
Que guardaba en el desván
El tocadiscos de su hermana
Con la aguja mal templada
Todavía suena mientras ella se aleja
Uh, no sabe a dónde va
Pero sí sabe que algún día llegará
Uh, no sabe a dónde va
Pero no va olvidar de dónde viene
Porque es todo lo que tiene
Mientras ella aprende a caminar
Doesn't Know Where He's Going
Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
But, yes, he knows that one day he will arrive
Uh, he has no malice
And his friends believe he will return soon
Life in the small village
Working the land was starting to wither him away
And he left without suitcases
And with his head full of stories to invent
Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
But, yes, he knows that one day he will arrive
Uh, he has no malice
And his friends believe he will return soon
He has been taught to be brave
To love his people well
To know when to listen
Now she takes the floor
Now she leaves home
She wants to see the world, make it hers
Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
And for now he has left everything behind
He knows very well what it feels like
When no one understands you
And you're out of place
Because his world is different
And he always seems absent
Just a weirdo with few years
He is accompanied by songs
The old recordings
That he kept in the attic
His sister's record player
With the poorly tuned needle
Still plays as she walks away
Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
But he knows that one day he will arrive
Uh, he doesn't know where he's going
But he won't forget where he comes from
Because it's all he has
While she learns to walk