Cacería En El Bosque
Aquelarre
Hunting in the Woods
Someone's passing by behind
No one has seen it
His sword trembles in pain
The palm leaves crackle
In the lord's woods
The wolves are sleeping
And this calm that isn't calm
The same shadow of the minstrel
The horses will return
Without their footsteps
With Autumn in the saddlebag
The palm leaves crackle
