Atacama

The Southern Cross appears without warning
the Milky Way crawls like a centipede
the stars rise and wander through those hills
and descend to the spring when they are thirsty

This is where words lose meaning
And hearing serves only to see
Here the sky is closer, here in the desert
And the native turns the mountain into his grand altar

Atacama, the earth mother is made of clay
Full moon, the moon is like the salt flat
The lonely sun rises to seek life
So that the snow melts and the jaguar drinks

Desert of many moons and many suns
here are those who have gone beyond
here the mystery of life lives hidden
perhaps mysteriously you will find it

Eyes of eagle shining like the morning star
Crossing the night and its darkness
Your body will roam through those hills
Looking for the Southern Cross and its clarity

Atacama, the moon is badly wounded
Atacama, the children have no bread
Man goes through life aimlessly
And the earth no longer knows where it's going
And up in the sky shines that crucifix