Partes Del Campo (parte 2)

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

Monte Chico loses the horizon
The mill squealing
Watery red wine give me one more, one more
Trapper 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 in the foam comes
It is the sunset that the water reflects
And the lapwings graze in the inert field
The sky is where the stars grow