La Tejedora
Hedgar Di Fulvio
The Weaver
In the night there's a folk song
About a flower that fades away
And in the skin of the Moon
A drum made of earth that wants to dance
Scents of the gentle river
Salty ring of the sea
Time gives it an autumn
And I the ancient tears of my loneliness
Come heart of the Moon
Child of wandering and light
Walker of absence
Illuminate the clay of my youth
Weaver of my dreams
Tuning fork of my love
The dew wets my folk song
Crying in the shadows of dawn
The yearning of my silence
Brought this zamba here
In the Cordoban night
That weaves a joy that I dream for you
