Araucaria

I have my arms open to heaven
Like the branches of the Araucaria
I am the root and the sacrament
And the sun warms my face in the wind

My name falls on soft ground
Where it sinks, sinks and sinks
And the sun burns me and I want to see
How it melts me, melts me, melts me
That what I feel is not regret
I do not regret the open fruit

What I reach is my own light
My first name, your breath
What I leave behind is my body today
Blood on the ground, I'm looking for

I have my arms open to heaven
Like the branches of the Araucaria
Forest air, land without an owner
I cannot sustain myself with just the sky

Another night and the moon does not rest
And the ground cools, cools, cools
Cold stone, my land: Save my life

That what I feel is not regret
I do not regret the open fruit
What I reach is my own light
My first name, your breath
What I leave behind is my body today
Blood on the ground, I'm looking for