[Title Translation:
"Windmills"]
If you happen not to see
Beyond your own nose
Can't hear a flower laughing
If you can't talk
Without listening to your own voice
Using your heart
Sancho, my friend, listen to me
Not everything has a reason to be
Paths are made by feets
There is a world to be discovered
And a life to be tore from
The arms of the final script
Sometimes, I feel upon waking up
That dream is reality
Drink, dance, dream
Feel that the wind was made just for you
Live, listen, speak
By using your heart
Feel the rain kissing your face
When you make love
Scream with your soul, scream so loud
That you become, my friend, the only actor
Of your life
If your opinion happens to fit
Inside 'Yes' or 'No'
And you don't know how to rectify
If you can define
Hate or love
Friend, how disappointing
Not everything is black or white: it is grey
All depends of the hue
Search and learn how to tell apart
The moon can warm [you] up
And the sun, cradle your nights
Trees die standing
I've seen a fountain spring cry
Seeing its waters end at the sea
Drink, dance, dream
Feel that the wind was made just for you
Live, listen, speak
By using your heart
Feel the rain kissing your face
When you make love
Scream with your soul, scream so loud
That you become, my friend, the only actor
Of your life
Sometimes, I feel upon waking up
That dream is reality
Drink, dance, dream
Feel that the wind was made just for you
Live, listen, speak
By using your heart
Feel the rain kissing your face
When you make love
Scream with your soul, scream so loud
Drink, dance, dream
Feel that the wind was made just for you
Live, listen, speak
By using your heart
Feel the rain kissing your face
When you make love
Scream with your soul, scream so loud
That you become, my friend, the only actor
Of your life