Cancion Del Sur
Los Jaivas
Song of the South
With all my soul
My sweetness
Like a moon
Through the throat
Wants to come out
Wants to sprout
Like a song
So much anxiety
Like a whisper
It also goes away...
I feel the lullaby
Of your warmth
Nights and lights
Bring the voice
Of the firmament
The high mountain range
Awaits me
Above the clouds
Breath flies
Above the clouds
Breath flies...
The high mountain range
Awaits me
Above the clouds
Breath flies
Above the clouds
Breath flies...
