You won't be alone,
batallions of soldiers will come looking for you
joining your peace guerrilla.
And I will be in the front line
digging trenches
to protect us, my guerrilla fighter.
You won't be alone,
they will greet you as you walk by a thousand tongues, with a thousand languages,
by the people you awoke in each voyage,
the ones sleeping in the streets,
the ones you asked,
about their hopes, about their tragedy.
There won't be any distances
that a man looking for you won't cover.
There won't be a corner in which your name won't be said.
There won't be a mystery or a doubt in which your presence won't shine
sympathetic beacon in absence of peace,
in hard times your North Star.
Alone never, you'll ever be.
You won't be alone,
there will always be someone torn apart by every parting,
who will breathe in you new life when you surrender.
Your revolution will fill with smiles,
I merged it to my work tools,
to my life
Sink today your roots in me.
Who could keep you in Madrid.
We'll visit places we've
already seen together—
before knowing you,
before meeting you.
You won't be alone,
there will always be someone to help you move,
who will present you with hands, flowers, presences; asking nothing in return.
And I will be there to love you,
and even if I'm not there,
I will be there to love you.
You won't be alone.
No, you won't be alone.
You won't be alone.
