Un Dia Le Cante Al Llano

One day I sang to the plains maybe my best verse
One day I sang to the plains maybe my best verse
when the verse was tender and dreamed of being a singer
With innocence in my blood, I sailed a flowery song
and in cascades of laughter, I stretched my voice
I was earth with bubbles of wheat
short step, long dream, a piece of dawn
One day I sang to the plains maybe my best verse
when the song was small because the heart was big.

I was lit by a pure star and didn't need a lantern
I had more light in my soul than ten thousand years of sun
I was as much a child as the child born in the manger
poor, naked, and with nothing but close to God
poor, naked, and with nothing but close to God.
With richness in my eyes and love in my hands
one day I sang to the plains maybe my best verse.
But the years passed and that child grew up
one day he closed his hands and his laughter faded.
The star that lit him, he strangled in his fist
the dream became short and the song became pain.
Shame approached him and never left him
today the wheat turned into thorns and the dawn into a storm.

Today he is the man who thinks he is far from God
and that if he was a child one day, it's something that has passed
Today he is the man who fights and sings with more reason
rooted in man even though the verse is worse.
One day, one day I sang to the plains, today I shout, yes sir
plains that were never mine, a child who has grown up
That's why I keep going forward, I learned it from the tough ones
with the shame that pushes, there's no backing down boss
that's why I keep playing even though the verse is worse.