Naranja a Morado (part. Carlos Colosio y Charles Ans)

We have plenty of time
Under this enchanting ceiba tree
On the rope swing
And the threshing machine tire

To the horizon the shadows
Cast by the hills in Sonora
And from orange to purple
My beloved sky

And here I will stay
Observing the field
And its golden gleam
That lightens my past

And I won't run
That's how I feel healthier
To get out of the swamp
You have to move slowly

Suddenly the desert turns into sea
And with that sky, wow, what a beautiful postcard
Descending dunes, dodging choyas
I ate pitayas among cacti and cachoras

I had some chaser beers, Bacanora
I ran into some toads, but that's for another song
The day ends and I soak the sun
There goes my buddy to captivate another place

Today I woke up early and just want to smoke
While I think about your hair, your face, your mouth, and what a beautiful city
In 10 minutes your eyes, 45 minutes to the sea
Imagining your sunlit hair, your bronzed skin, and the salty water

And the sun hits me hard, from orange to purple
That guy is a phony, I'm the northerner who charmed you, and no
There are no dinners for two here, just standing cacti
Stranded in the desert, what would happen if we separated? And me?

If you want me for you, I want you for me and that's it
It's 5 p.m., and it's too early to go out
If you stay here, I'll be very happy
I have a small house and a huge desert to share

And here I will stay
Observing the field
And its golden gleam
That lightens my past

And I won't run (I won't run)
That's how I feel healthier (that's how I feel healthier)
To get out of the swamp (you have to, you have to)
You have to move slowly

And I won't run
That's how I feel healthier
To get out of the swamp (to get out)
You have to move slowly (slowly)