Copenhague [English translation]

He ran, he was never taught to walk,

he went after some pale lights.

She was fleeing from mirages and too many hours.

Airports: some people come, some people go,

like Alice with no town.

The courage to set out, the fear of landing.

It rains in the strait,

the stream shows

the way to the sea.

Everyone is already asleep.

To let oneself go

sounds way too good.

Playing random

and never knowing

where you may come to an end...

or to a start.

A moment while tourists leave,

an overnight train managed to trace

the border between 'forever' and 'never'.

It rains in the strait,

the stream shows

the way to the sea.

Everyone is already asleep.

To let oneself go

sounds way too good.

Playing random

and never knowing

where you may come to an end...

or to a start.

She sleeps after the gale.

She didn't take her clothes off.

She dreams of waking up

in other time and in other town.

To let oneself go

sounds way too good.

Playing random

and never knowing

where you may come to an end...

or to a start.

To end or to start...

To end or to start...

• Artist:Vetusta Morla
• Album:Un día en el mundo