Bailarás Como Un Indio
El Ultimo De La Fila
You Will Dance Like an Indian
You will dance like an Indian
Warrior dances that will help you
You will sing with the blackbirds
Your song will never be sterile
That your voice got lost and you must be yourself again
The shortest moments
All this time I lived for you
Are aerial roots
That hold me up preventing me from falling
I have built my umbrella with gray mist sticks
I am already preparing my bow and my bag
I remember your promises as if it were yesterday
I will walk my part of the way
If your voice got lost
You will be yourself again
In a forest of laughter
With jingles that will cheer you up
You will find in the breezes
Sounds that will teach you to fly
Where the horse grazes the grass grows better
When the season changes the bird must fly
I remember the promises that time erased
I will walk your part of the way
Let's stop for a moment: I want to hear
The rain starting to fall
On this black Friday it will rain
The clouds will console us
In a forest of laughter
With jingles that will cheer you up
You will find in the breeze
Sounds that will teach you to fly
You will dance like an Indian
Warrior dances that will help you
You will sing with the blackbirds
Your song will never be sterile
