Contigo

It's the wind that my song is made of
Of blood that tints my pain
Of green that I get lost in your gaze
Of water, of water that I sail in your words

It's of days and nights my dreaming
Of suns and stars my singing
Of skies that I invent for you
Of water, of water that floods the reason
With you

It's of earth that the heart is made
That insists on nesting in your life
Seeking not to forget its voice
Of air, of air that tangles at every moment
With you, with you