Nada particular [English translation]

Flight wounded and I don't know where to go.

With the rage tired of walking.

I'v been asked to forget all. Anyway ...

Nothing special.

One life and start once again.

I'm not asking for a fleeting homeland.

With dignity a hug. Anyway...

Nothing special.

Sing and fly free like the dove sings.

Sing and fly free like the dove sings.

Give me an island in the middle of the sea.

Call her freedom land... (Sing strong, my brother!)

Tell me that the wind, won't, it won't sink it down ...

...

That my story won't bring any pain.

That my hands were working for peace.

That if I die you'd kiled me with love.

Nothing special.

Sing and fly free like the dove sings.

Nothing special.

Sing and fly free like the dove sings.

Nothing special.

Sing and fly free like the dove sings.

Nothing special.

Sing and fly free like the dove sings.

Give me an island in the middle of the sea.

Call her freedom land... (Sing strong, my brother!)

Tell me that the wind, won't, it won't sink it down ...

Call her freedom land... (X3)

• Artist:Miguel Bosé
• Album:Bajo el signo de Cain (1993)