Tu Nombre y El Mio

Today the south wind is breathed
The one born from the cold
Clay oven warms the sun
Of the lost places

The calm of your voice returns
With the river current
Sky mantle over the clothesline
Weaves your name and mine

Fields of colors covered in your light
Let the rain fall,
Water the southern soils
Wet the new harvest to come

Your body soothes my pain
And the path is drawn
Sky mantle over the clothesline
Weaves your name and mine

Today the south wind is breathed
The one born from the cold
Clay oven warms the sun
Of the lost places

Fields of colors covered in your light
Let the rain fall,
Water the southern soils
Wet the new harvest to come