Sabana

Savannah... Savannah... With your wild mint breeze, your lagoon mirrors. Sentinel of palm trees that peek with the moon. Here I stay with you even if I go far away like a turtledove that flies and leaves the nest on the ground. My heart tightens... Not to see your sunrise anymore, nor the wild one, nor the bush, nor the heron that rises. With the tether I leave you, tied up, my loves. Drop by drop let the tinajero count my sorrows to you.
Your morning dew won't wet my skirts anymore nor will the smoke of green firewood make my eyes cry. Tomorrow when I leave, you will remain so lonely like a calf without a mother, like a marsh without water. Savannah... Savannah...