La Finca
Marta Gómez
The Farm
Cotton tales with a taste of parsley and chopped onion
Sweetwater songs to the rhythm of rum
Heart open in search of new memories to tell
All the stories of all the dreams at once
To the beat of the aguardiente, I'll tell you what's happening to me
Without letting nostalgia calm my heart
With a wind of accordions and an out-of-tune drum
I'll cry the songs that gallop in my voice
Like the guitar, I sing with all my soul
In my soul, I keep the sorrows and loneliness
Loneliness of time passing without your gaze
Your gaze that fills my truth with colors
To the rhythm of words, I learned to count stars
Walking leaving footprints to know how to return
And I returned following traces until drawing your name
But today it sounds like a farewell because I know you're not here anymore
Cotton tales with a taste of parsley and chopped onion
Fill my memory and make me smile
Among many flowers made of moon and grass, I learned to grow
Among many tales and many truths at once.
