Selva Sola

Jungle, green moon over the water
shadow drifting on the Paraná
carry my song to your silence
broken by the rain at the riverbank.

Let your loving skirt go free
in the living heart of the flower,
let me feel all the mystery
that the river takes in my song.

Through the ceiba trees flows the scent,
burning bird of the sun,
flight of the air through the air
intoxicated by the light and color.

Night of the ancient jungle,
echo where the wind found its voice,
woodsy breeze of the timber
where the water quiets its murmur.

How much I loved the music of the river
to set it free in my singing,
let it run through my veins
all your springtime passion.

Through the ceiba trees flows the scent...

Keep the music of the river for me...