Esta es la sombra
Luis Alberto Spinetta
This is the Shadow
The landscape is asleep,
dancing in sweet distance.
The forest awaits me.
The mist is cold around,
and no one will tell me I'm not
as the light disappears...
Nothing will tell you: 'this is the shadow'
Nothing will tell you: 'this is the shadow'
stone and a flower,
the unease is so light that,
in the breeze, descends from the air.
Everything comes and goes,
we last an eternity, and,
rest under the forest awaits me.
Nothing will tell you: 'this is the shadow'
Nothing will tell you: 'this is the stone, nothing more'
I just hope to be the cloud
that brings your rain...
I just hope to be the cloud
that brings your rain... early.
