En Los Brazos Del Sol
La Renga
In the Arms of the Sun
Father of Light, of the first light, and therefore king of all light.
Visible soul of the blinding god
And embraces the flames of his own cross.
In this our fair distance
If I get closer you will want to burn me
In this our fair distance,
if I move away you will let me freeze.
Eye of fire of all this mind
Here I dry myself with your ray today,
When the end comes it will still be day
Poor is the one who doesn't sweat your heat.
In this our fair distance
If I get closer you will want to burn me
In this our fair distance,
if I move away you will let me freeze
