Ramos De Manzanillas

Bouquets of chamomile in your hands
You must cross the field in your white dress
What does your heart say to the passing clouds
What does your heart say to the sparrow on the firewood

Oh woman of gentle lands
Give me your green in my head

What song is in your belly that November takes away
What song did you leave before the wind returns it
What whistle is in your hair that I'm not breathing
What does the slow-flying blackbird tell me

What color is in your mind that mixes with the grass
Where are your steps going if the wind is against you
What things am I dragging that make my path heavy
For carrying the burden of time, I can't find my destiny.