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Translation 1: The World Is Round (El mundo es redondo)
The world is round;
It has no beginning or end.
I came to walk it
Knowing my story
Is nothing but a portion
Of a much larger one.
I don't want to drive highways.
Nor do I want to make a new one.
I just want to walk
Alone, through the prairies and the mountains.
With disappointment, I look at cities,
Fuming and casting illusions
Also made of smoke.
I look at children and smile,
Gazing wistfully
And with a bit of jealousy, too.
I came to be free and to sing
-to sing-because the music itself is free,
And it is beautiful.
I'll go with my back to the sun,
Looking at the moon
To sing her a song.
I shall go out the back door,
Without pride nor shame,
And without saying farewell.
I'll hope to have given the world
Some reasons more,
To keep on turning.
I shall hope my songs
Are sung by the night,
And forgotten by the day,
For during the day you walk,
And during the evening you sing.
The walker never rests.
The road is endless.
The singer does not leave.
The song never ends.
The world is round;
It has no beginning or end.
It has no beginning or end.
I came to walk it
Knowing my story
Is nothing but a portion
Of a much larger one.
I don't want to drive highways.
Nor do I want to make a new one.
I just want to walk
Alone, through the prairies and the mountains.
With disappointment, I look at cities,
Fuming and casting illusions
Also made of smoke.
I look at children and smile,
Gazing wistfully
And with a bit of jealousy, too.
I came to be free and to sing
-to sing-because the music itself is free,
And it is beautiful.
I'll go with my back to the sun,
Looking at the moon
To sing her a song.
I shall go out the back door,
Without pride nor shame,
And without saying farewell.
I'll hope to have given the world
Some reasons more,
To keep on turning.
I shall hope my songs
Are sung by the night,
And forgotten by the day,
For during the day you walk,
And during the evening you sing.
The walker never rests.
The road is endless.
The singer does not leave.
The song never ends.
The world is round;
It has no beginning or end.
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