Como Quien Mira Una Espera

Yesterday I saw him passing by
Descending the Cura malal
Dodging the rough terrain
Looking for the tough straw
He carried the mate gourd on his belt
And the whip in his hand
And he looked like an airplane
When the wind hit him
Descending the Cura malal
Yesterday I saw him passing by

I didn't even ask him
Where he was coming from and where he was going
Not even worth wasting saliva
I said to myself when he saw me
And so it was in such a way
I didn't even manage to greet him
And I just dedicated myself to watching him
Like someone watching a wait
Where he was coming from and where he was going
I didn't even ask him

Don't close the gate
To the owner of the horizon
I said sniffing the mountain
With remnants of spring
Don't assign him a trench
Nobody wants to hide
And it's enough not to move
To walk a whole life
To the owner of the horizon
Don't close the gate

He walked looking for the sky
Since he was a little lamb
And he lived chewing a scream
For the never of a longing
To not take flight
He got tangled in the grass
And he's like a big splinter
That moves along the ground
Since he was a little lamb
He walked looking for the sky

From time to time I see him
Going up or down the stream
Or whistling under a willow
Chasing the ugly bug
Hours and hours and the desire
That some catfish commits suicide
Or some partridge neglects
The course of its flight
Going up or down the stream
From time to time I see him

Yesterday I saw him passing by

Like streams, man
Tends to have a lot of twists and turns
Life flows with just a murmur
The man of the otters knows about that
That's why he beats next to the heart of the water