El Rio Va

The river flows downhill, carving out its place
and I sketch my days on leaves of a special poplar tree.
And it goes, the river flows.
The river has friends with whom it travels toward the sea
and I go with mine, the ones who always love me the same.
And it goes, the river flows.
There it goes, so free, the river flows searching for the sea,
I go with my charms to seek out freedom,
it flows so free, carrying phrases of love,
the sea is waiting, and I’m waiting for you.
And it goes, the river flows.
The river on its path keeps the stones that I found,
I keep the calendar day by day,
years go by, my loved ones, my world turned upside down.
And it goes, the river flows.