El Quenero

With ringing bells
he wakes up in the morning
the quenero I tell you
climbs to the highest peaks

Blowing and blowing a mystery
a free flower on his cane
that the wind has given him
to take care of his soul

His eyes look at the sky
there is no horizon worth
his eyes look at the sky
there is no horizon worth

When you teach
my children the sweet song
that the wind sings