Confesión Del Viento

The wind confided things to me
That I always carry with me
He told me he remembered
A kite and three children
That the willow was very weak
That he didn't really want to
That it was one of those days
That everything is a mess

He told me that the fledglings
Sometimes in their haste
Fall to the ground defenseless
And he can't prevent it
He spoke of August sands
Of lovers' letters
Of smoke in the chimneys
Of fire embracing the tree

He was broken with guilt
And kept confessing
On his back of distances
Not even a bird rode
That wind was a ghost
A tormented soul
And in that loom of anguish
The devil wove his drool

He told me he remembered
That he didn't really want to
Sometimes in their haste
A kite and three children
He spoke of sands to the sky
And chimneys to the ground
Of lovers' letters
That everything is a mess

That wind was a ghost
The devil wove his drool
He was broken with guilt
And couldn't prevent it
In that loom of anguish
The fire embracing the tree
The willow was very weak
And kept confessing

I asked him about the sheets
On the roof of those below
The man must fight
To get the nails
Instead of kneeling to pray
To forget his troubles
Or sitting to wait
For elective gifts

I was surprised by the answer
But I didn't want to stop him
Because when he's right
Well, who wants to stop him

The wind confided things to me
That I always carry with me
He confided things
That I always carry with me