Tierra Y Tambores

The distortion of this guitar
speaks to me of you...
Shyness in the early morning
speaks to me of you...
Brick by brick it goes
off to the countryside
shield of soy and corn
your smell of oak... your smell of oak...
...and even though life goes by
flyering the world today
it's nothing but a big carnival
displaying its color...
Dreaming of what can't be seen
things that matter...
sweeping the wet earth
the old ones fall...
The storm drowned the pain
water running...
The storm is like you
when it hides...
when it doesn't cry...
...and you realize that...
...and even though life goes by
flyering the world today
it's nothing but a big carnival
displaying its color...
displaying its blue color...