Mi Amigo
León Gieco
My Friend
It slips through your fingers
like honey from the hive,
Oh! who could catch it,
Oh! who could drink it down.
Lips stained with joy.
Hands full of the wind.
Crowned with orange blossoms,
dressed in a full moon.
And a tune floats in the air
calling out to anyone who dares,
to be kind and give love
if there's someone brave enough.
My friend
In the new nest of the wind, there's a golden dove,
in the new nest of the wind, there's a golden dove,
who could make her fall in love?
who could make her fall in love?
my friend...my friend.
Sings under the moon with flutes of olive green,
Sings under the moon with flutes of olive green,
who could make her fall in love?
who could make her fall in love?
my friend...my friend.
She has the air of a fresh flower,
things of a newlywed,
she has the air of a fresh flower,
things of a newlywed,
who could make her fall in love?
who could make her fall in love?
my friend...my friend.
