Manana, manana

The mud is in the water,
But its getting clearer
The more you know
The less the river seems to flow


The more you know the stiller
Seems the water
The deeper seems
The thoughts of her
to whom I used to go

The more the river flows
The faster all the dreams
The bigger in the the microscope
Of un-imagined things

Then I step back from the bank
And see the fishermen throw
Their lines in a flank
They're all trying to catch
The impossible

All the muddy waters of tomorrow
Don't you know
What they say in old Spanyol?
Manana, manana
Let tomorrow look after
Itself