Sobre el Rocio

The velvet moon
came down from the sky, to illuminate,
the night, of my insomnia
and the sad flight of my wandering,
the velvet moon
gave me the comfort to sob.

I gallop over the dew,
and my song wants to reach
to the bottom of the horizon,
crossing the mountain to awaken,
the dream of a dawn,
free and uplifted, from my dreaming.

A bird crossing the sky,
and here on the ground, being able to shout
that the world has no owner,
nor frowns, nor suffers more.

I gallop over the dew
and my song wants to reach.

I wonder how much and how,
and why my back can't take it anymore.
I don't want to clench my fist,
but my fist is freedom.

What do I want existence for,
if my conscience can't take it anymore.
I don't want to clench my fist,
but my fist is freedom.
I don't want to be burst
and I'm tired of bursting.
I don't want to clench my fist,
but my fist is freedom.

I gallop over the dew,
and my song wants to reach.

I wonder how much and how,
and why my back can't take it anymore.

I don't want to be burst
and I'm tired of bursting.

I don't want to clench my fist,
but my fist is freedom.

I don't want to be burst
and I'm tired of bursting.

I don't want to be burst
and I'm tired of bursting.

I don't want to be burst
and I'm tired of bursting...