Tu Vens

In the light mist of passions that come from within
You come arriving to play in my backyard
On my horse, bare chest, hair in the wind
And the sun drying our clothes on the clothesline

You come, you come
I already hear your signals
You come, you come
I already hear your signals

The voice of an angel whispered in my ear
I don't doubt, I already hear your signals
And you would come on a Sunday morning
I announce you in the bells of the cathedrals