La Voz Del Tiempo

I'm going to lose myself with you
in the thickness of the sky,
I want the stars to reflect
in your hair.

The pure water
that the river carries,
my gypsy is reflected,
owner of my heart.

The pure water...

For God's sake, mayor
Don't hit the thieves,
because you have a girl
who breaks hearts.

Oh mother...

The pure water...