¡Qué bien Huelen los Pinos!

How good the pines smell
when the sun warms them,
and how time passes well
chasing clouds in the sky.
I want to be a showman
and sell you my cheap fantasies,
pour out my meager wit
on the warm earth.
Sweet like the beat
of an old song,
the air returns to bring
the murmur of your subtle laughter.
When the rain arrived
to the scorching earth,
I asked the horizon
if you will come back home.
And the caress of the sea wind
told me yes.
Let the breeze comb the holm oaks,
perfume of white waves,
running mischievously under the sky
blue as indigo.
Wise like a saying,
speak and silence,
return and order the chaos,
girl, dance and make it rain.
Sweet like the beat of an old tune,
the air returns to bring
your subtle laughter.
Wise like a saying,
speak and silence,
return and order the chaos,
girl, dance and make it rain.
Sweet like the beat
of an old tune,
the air returns to bring
girl, your subtle laughter.