Sí Señor

Golden and growing ripe in my land
Ready to fly while my people wait
Spikes that I am sowing
To see if they germinate

North wind thought and life
I bring Saint Peter between the breath and saliva that I release
Every moment I feel right
And I do it complete and direct

Yes sir, yes sir (he's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming)
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Yes sir, yes sir
Fire, smiles, reality and pain

Present soil, waiting for representation
At night he comes down to lull me unconscious
In my belly the seconds passed, loaded
Tattooed on my back soaked together

In bursts of tears and laughter
I have walked without causes, without haste
So slow the moment and it doesn't end
So slowly crossing between the thorns

Tell me how it feels, tell me how it feels
Tell me what sweat feels like on your forehead
Tell me how it feels, tell me if you have a feeling
Tell me what sweat feels like on your forehead

The smell of my land penetrates the brain
It integrates into the system and takes over my body
It makes you float, breathe and calm
I'm in the right place to go and plant a little
And then pick it up little by little
Take it to my cellar, and see what interests me
The good, the bad

He who is absent comes and comes, he who keeps her
Yes sir, it comes and comes
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Fire, smiles, reality and pain