Partes Del Campo (parte 2)

The wind blows and whistles the post
Frosty is the night
Under the frost like a huge blanket
The landscape freezes

Little hill loses the horizon
The mill is creaking
Watered-down red wine, give me one more, one more
Old guitar

Behind the Sun
Another tide
Behind the Sun

The Sun?
The Sun is shining
The Sun is shining
Like the Sun

Spinning in the mate, the foam comes
It's the sunset that the water reflects
And the lapwings graze in the lifeless field
The sky is where the stars grow