Hurgando Silencios

Let’s sing, brother, those folk tunes
Just strumming gets my blood pumping

I’m a flower in the air when I sing to the land
And on the fretboard, my fingers gather stars

It’s like playing at a carnival with the strings
In the mature heart of the wood

Sounds like a wounded heart, leather drum
If you’re losing your voice, I’ll lend you my skin

The singing wine has been digging through the silence
And in my soul, it planted all the voices of the earth

Desire to sing that cried inside me
With the tear duct, kid, that’s far away

Brother singer, if you sing for your people
Let your voice carry your feelings away

Sounds like a wounded heart, leather drum
If you’re losing your voice, I’ll lend you my skin