Cortando el sur
Nuevas Raices
Cutting the south
Where are you going with your honey jar for your love cutting the
ribbon of my little hat and holy and in the field bathed in light
Sad cambita that you were passing through those sunlit paths
Where are you going, where will the honey of your heart be
Taquirari of burning sun and the silari its blood in bloom
look for it, follow it, it is your illusion
