Let your Soul be your Pilot. (Sting)

When there's no information

And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well

Let your soul be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

He'll guide you well

When the doctors failed to heal you

When no medicine chest can make you well

When no counsel leads to comfort

When there are no more lies they can tell

No more useless information

And the compass spins

The compass spins between heaven and hell

Let your soul be your pilot

Let your soul guide you

He'll guide you well

And your eyes turn towards the window pane

To the lights upon the hill

The distance seems so strange to you now

And the dark room seems so still

Let your pain be my sorrow

Let your tears be my tears too

Let your courage be my model

That the north you find will be true

Deja que tu alma sea el piloto