: When I had nothing I desired When all was absence I waited When I was cold I trembled When I had the courage I called When the letter arrived I opened
: Yes, yes, when it's maybe when it's no, no all that ever was Mine, mine,what isn't yours or ours, when it's me, me, all that you see You call it
: soul in low flight wings that pass of the bird that soars in middair loves the soul in mantra soul of the place night and bonfire make yourself light
: You laugh, you lie too much You cry, you die too much You have the tropics in your blood and on your skin Moan from madness and torpor It is already
: Eulogia Tapia in La Poma gives her tenderness to the air If she passes over the sand she went stepping on the moon The wheat that she cuts matures
: This song of mine I'd like to dedicate to you This song of mine I write to you in that bar This song of mine only serves me to resurrect how beautiful
: The clear waters of day shining over the wheat fields Mornings of grape and wine remembering times of peace The taste of cold at dawn, the bread warmer
: I got frightened by loneliness and the great fear of dying away from you How I wanted to cry feeling the mockery of reality next to me And my heart
: Dawn breaks shattering like a statue like a statue of wings that scatter throughout the city And noon sings like a bell made of water A bell made of
: The tungue le, tungue le coco coco because little by little they who don't dance to the tungue le coco little by little go crazy Do the tungue le
: Black clouds It rains once again and here, inside, you and I Your voice awakens me sweet with dreams, laziness and love
: What have I gained from the moon that we both watched together What have I gained with the names written on the wall Just like the calendar changes
: White days of Spring To awaken with the green that's sprung, its perfume comes to give you a quick spray White days of Spring this blue will take your
: After all the time that has passed The wound remains inside and hasn't healed How crazy are the things that the soul whimsically decides to keep
: When your heart breaks up and you see only darkness When you no longer have any will or strength to go on When everything becomes a farce that you
Übersetzung: Pedro Aznar. Am Horizont ein Vorort.
Übersetzung: Pedro Aznar. Tankas.
Übersetzung: Pedro Aznar. Wie eine Katze.
