Hurgando Silencios
Los Manseros Santiagueños
Digging Through Silences
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
