El Jardín

This is the story of a garden
that grew in front of a cloud,
all the bugs go there.

When it rains and the sun comes out,
from the bushes to the pond,
there is a rainbow of color.

Every day they dreamed a new song,
singing that their life on earth was worthless.

Behind the branch, the bear laughs,
now he is much happier than before,
he goes barefoot and doesn't get bored
of seeing the blue sky
shine and shine.

The frogs and bugs playing in the mud
swam slowly along the edges of the puddles.
The moon in the garden is never alone,
she played with the stars holding onto her tail.

The threads of luck are tired of getting lost,
the violet garden is ants with a kite
where a guitar plays joyfully
played by my buddy who dedicates himself to perfuming it.

There are no snakes in the garden,
all the camels go naked
with apples for you.

You will find an answer
in the roots of the mushrooms,
all the elves live there.

Smoking clay tobacco and telling stories,
they belong to no one, only to the wind.

A clown warned me
of the urgent and suitor's notice,
it was time to return.

I had to leave
back to the city.

The journey ended and I returned to life
where the wounds hurt.

But I know there is a garden
where all my buddies live
with songs for you.