Mañana Campestre

Country morning
Perfumed with orange blossom
A sparrow escapes from your voice
In the river, the faces of both
The wind tells us the story of a place

Let's run to the mountain
To ask a walnut tree
If it's true that crystal roses rain
If the moon has gone for a walk
The wind tells us the story of a place

Country morning
Country morning
Country morning
Perfumed with orange blossom
A sparrow escapes from your voice
In the river, the faces of both
The wind tells us the story of a place

Country morning
Country morning