Para traerte a casa

To bring you home I have written you a tale
A tale that has sprouted between desire and time
Where a hunter hurts a sleeping dove
He doesn't shoot to kill, he shoots just to wound her

Between silk and white gauze the dove suffers and bleeds
But the hunter tends to her, caresses her, and accompanies her
To bring you home I have written you a tale
A tale that has sprouted between desire and time

The dove takes flight and the hunter feels jealous
Because the air is the border between the hunter and the sky
A man and a dove could not fall in love
The hunter is of the earth and the dove is of the air

To bring you home I have written you a tale
A tale that has sprouted between desire and time.