Durazno Sagrado
Nahuel Pennisi
Sacred Peach
Early the peach
From the tree fell
Its skin was pink
Golden from the sun
And upon seeing himself in luck
Of all fruit trees
By the riverbank
His faith made him arrive
They say that in this valley
Peaches belong to the goblins
Some time passed
In the same place
Until one fine day
He started to listen
To a very sad melody
From the south it wept
From deep within
The one singing is your pit
For your body finally has a soul
And if your being bursts
It will be the heart that bleeds
And the song you hear
Will open your body with the soul
The January breeze
Reached the riverbank
The night of time
Its hours fulfilled
And upon the arrival of dawn
The pit sang
Splitting the peach
That fell into the river
And the split peach
Is already bleeding under the water
