Tu Nombre y el Mío

Today the south wind is breathed in
that which is born from the cold
clay oven warms the sun
of the lost places.

The calm of your voice returns
with the river current
cloth of sky over the clothesline
weaves your name and mine.

Field 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
cloth of sky over the clothesline
weaves your name and mine.

Today the south wind is breathed in
that which is born from the cold,
clay oven warms the sun
of the lost places.