Píntame

Paint the artist's smile on me
Even if my darkest shines
Are visible

Paint me next to the flowers
From the garden of the landless

Paint me in times of war
And draw me a mountain to walk

Paint the clown's laughter on me
Even if the walls of the cities
Crumble

Paint me in the Arrayanes of the Valdivian jungle
Seven times a week
And draw me some wings to fly

Erase this sorrow
That poisons my lyrics
With your magic pencils
Color the nostalgia

Paint me with a hundred bright colors
To light you up like a lighthouse
When you lose hope

Paint me in a strange forest
With a bow and an arrow
It won't be a lie
My guitar is like a weapon to hunt

Paint me crossing the Alameda
Flying over the cars
To embrace you

Come draw my songs
With your eyes, with your arms

Come draw my steps
Right next to yours just in case

Erase my pride
Make me free and make me yours
Life is slipping away from me
Death is already catching me

Paint me sleeping in your lap
And a joint in my hands
To smoke in the morning

Paint me a wool poncho
To protect me from the cold

Paint me a boat and a river
So at sunset I invite you to sail