Fuga
Un grupo de gente regular,
cansados de vivir así nomás.
Se fueron por un sendero al mar,
dejaron las ciudades por atrás.
Y cantan, y cantan sin cesar,
al Dios que hizo la tierra y sus montañas.
No paran, no cesan de gozar,
al fin han descubierto amar la vida.
La gente los mira al pasar,
Y saben bien que nunca volverán.
Dicen que son locos al cantar.
Si loco es ser feliz, lo seguirán.
Escape
A bunch of regular folks,
tired of living just like that.
They went down a path to the sea,
left the cities behind.
And they sing, they sing without stopping,
to the God who made the earth and its mountains.
They don't stop, they don't cease to enjoy,
finally they have discovered loving life.
People watch them go by,
And they know well they will never return.
They say they are crazy for singing.
If crazy is being happy, they will continue.