Donde Alguien Mi Espera

Wind in the morning
little bird of the soul
the folk dance flies
sowing my hope

The sun reflects
mirror on the earth
my race awaits
to harvest their crops

Within men
a dream germinates
with true light
and eternal fantasy

The guitars sound
sweet melody
my entrails beat
pushing the seed

Womb of the mother
that shelters everyone
look and realize
it's the ground you tread

Naked we are born
crying and joys
as you grow, don't lose
the essence of life

I sense an embrace
where someone waits for me
gesture of the song
existential and eternal