Vento Norte
Daniel Torres
North Wind
Just like the bellows of a forge
Blows the fire of the hearths
And in the cracks of the sheds
Accordion voices sing
They call you Aragano wind
Knower of paths
But the land of joy
Is your dwelling, is your nest
If one day I could have
The strength that the winds have
I would sweep away from the lands
So much discontent
It will rain in three days from here
A prediction that no one misses
Because the North Wind has arrived
Rolling at the foot of the mountain
It brought in its rustic song
The shrillness of the cicadas
Humming on the wire fence
Melodies of guitars
Blow strong, North Wind
Before this rain falls
I want to see the little girl
Hold her skirt
