Las Nenas de Jara (part. Rozalén)

High rosemary from the field
Twisted branches of the olive tree
Horses that cross
The mist of the ravines

Birds that kiss the heights
Water that wild animals lick
Echo that inhabits the darkness
Life of the burrows

Stop the clocks of the Earth
Sing the sound of silence
And make the path easy
For she who will be
Your new companion

Bim, bim, bim (yeh-eh)
Bim, bim, bim (yeh-eh)
Bim, bim, bim (yeh-eh)
Bim, bim, bim (yeh-eh)

Wet sand shells
Rocks that embrace the waves
Sea that left your voice
Inside the seashells

Stop the clocks of the Earth
Sing the sound of silence
Make the path easy
For she who will be
Your new companion

Our house will have
A cat behind the battlements
And a door in the roof
And let the night in and see you

And if you want to fly
Let a ladder be born from there
To lift you up and not give in
When the gale arrives

Our house will have
A cat behind the battlements
And a door in the roof
And let the night in and see you

And if you want to fly
Let a ladder be born from there
To lift you up and not give in
When the gale arrives

Let a ladder be born from there
To lift you up and not give in
When the gale arrives