Canción del Centáuro

Through the southern night rides the centaur
Galloping towards the horizon
Founder of the land of my blood
And the fiery source of the scream

I feel him pass through my shadow
When I step into the wind's embrace
And if he returns, the root of my song
His memory of clay and silence

When I go out to seek the horizon
For a dream of homeland and wheat
Through the southern night, rides the centaur
Galloping through time with me

If this blood I carry were to forget
That it’s home to a sleeping centaur
Death would fall into my shadow
And then forgetfulness would grow

Our father, lord of the Moon
Wanderer of such great distances
In the blue of the light, you awaken
Through the sky of the dawn