La Montaña

I haven't climbed your mountain
with the idea of camping
I know this place is hurt
lacking attention.

I'm not here to pitch my tent
or throw trash
I come here through paths of listening
to what suffers in you.

Chorus:
I've climbed the most beautiful
cliff to save.

I've climbed the steepest
slope to climb
maintaining balance
commitment and freedom.

I've planted all my footprints
with seeds of the future
and love did the rest.

Winter brought the ice
with the desire to cover up,
dust and rays under the quilt,
spring and flower.

Summer and sweats suffocated
our love and in autumn
passion fell without concern.

Chorus.