Pluma

In a piece
of building paper
you will draw me today
Out there the mountain
was covered in varnish.

It doesn't rain anymore
there's a smell of flowers
and wet soil
I decide to be a feather
in your hands.

Wait for me
nobody knows
that I'm a bit slow
Give me air
to lift me
and reach the clouds.
Three times more like this
three times more like this
floating over the garden.

Give me air
to take me further
so I can't come back
for every
minute
of sand
I will rise.

Wait for me
nobody knows
that I'm a bit slow
Give me air
to lift me
and reach the clouds
Three times more like this
three times more like this
Floating over the garden
Floating over the garden.