Regalo de Viaje

I bring you a melody
as a travel gift
you will tell me if it's pretty,
if there's a reason I brought it to you.

Listen to it, I want to sing it to you.

In my hours of dark distance
to far from the nest
a shadow creeps into my soul
a complex of forgetfulness.

And that shadow becomes a mystery,
becomes sadness
it turns to dust in my dull nights
witness of fog.

Without your voice telling me lies,
divine lies
I am the bonfire without fire,
without life.

Without the light of your two emeralds,
tears of the jungle
there's no love, no path or beach,
nor moon nor stars.