El Cantar de Nuva

We're bare trees
in the snow
waiting for the dawn
to thaw us out
and the one who isn't
and the one who hides the least
some wound
under the cold bark
they exchange smiles and gestures
with a hat...
While the heart sneezes
below zero
desiring that the day
carries in one hand
the caress of summer

And it turns out that you
know us step by step
every millimeter of fear
every gram of failure
and suddenly you approach
our greenhouse
to engrave a message
with your carpenter's chisel...
And we repeat like the old fisherman
To whom shall we go?
To whom shall we go
To whom shall we go
To whom shall we go
To whom shall we go
To whom shall we go
If not to you To whom shall we go
To whom shall we go
If only you have life
To whom shall we go
To whom shall we go
To whom To whom shall we go
if not to you Lord
if only in you is life
only in you is failure
To whom shall we go
To whom shall we go