♪ The tarara has ♪
-♪ A wounded little finger that… ♪ -Ángel.
-♪…no surgeon can cure ♪ Ángel.
♪ Thoughts are free ♪
♪ Who can guess what they might be? ♪
♪ They fly by like shadows in the night ♪
♪ No one can know them ♪
♪ No hunter can shoot them ♪
♪ And so it'll always be Thoughts are free ♪