Oro Santo

In the dim light of this divine and tight night
Over the tundra that populates my always awake soul
A lament is heard as a prelude to the dead hours
Hours that pass with the agony of a slow death

Silence returns to dress me in gold, my saint
The memory of my grandmothers returns
To make me strong in the wait
The records that taught me
To adore music return
My father returned after 20 years
Oh, if you were to return

If you were to return
I would dress you in gold, my saint
I would silence things
So you could hear my desperate song

If you were to return
I would dress you in gold, my saint
I would silence things
So you could hear my desperate song

If you were to return
I would dress you in gold, my saint
I would silence things
So you could hear my desperate song

If you were to return
I would dress you in gold, my saint
I would silence things
So you could hear my desperate song