Medianoche
Inti-Illimani
Midnight
Come drink with me in twelve cups
twelve bells this midnight
you will hear the frozen bronze
tolling our farewell in twelve cups.
Come kiss with me in twelve flakes
the bitter snow that melted the winter
on the height of my temples and this
abandoned heart that I have.
Come bite with me in twelve screams
the lips of a pain already redoubled
it will be the last mouth that you kiss
when you go on the path of sunset.
As soon as you drink with me the bitter sip
in the gray voice of the blind metals
this midnight will come ringing
the eternity of our two exiles.
