Espíritu

Brothers, black and white,
they're waiting for redemption.
Count on me, I'm here for you,
I'm wherever you need, my heart's on the line.

A bit hopeless and alone,
mistreated and broken, but finally a heart.
I'm the son of the river, brother of the tree, buddy of the sun.
And I escaped, followed the scent of the grass,
a fleeting breeze, healing the pain.

The joy I lack
I tirelessly seek in a song.
A certain peaceful bed that protects me from God himself.
There's no place in the world, not a second of clarity,
dense thorns cover even the fields of friendship.

Everything that's lost never comes back.
Everything that's lost never comes back.
Oh!, everything that's lost never returns.

Show me your hand,
the lines don’t speak of reincarnation.
Nor of the future, no, nor of children or death, no.
They only show the present, make the most of it.

I'm the son of the river, brother of the tree, buddy of the sun.
And I escaped, followed the scent of the grass,
a fleeting breeze, healing the pain.

The joy I lack
I tirelessly seek in a song.
A certain peaceful bed that protects me from God himself.
There's no place in the world, not a second of clarity,
dense thorns cover even the fields of friendship.

Everything that's lost never comes back.
Everything that's lost never comes back.
Oh!, everything that's lost never returns.

Spirit, that roams our home,
make sure the firewood doesn’t run out, that the warmth stays.
Spirit, that roams our home,
make sure the firewood doesn’t run out, that the warmth stays.

"... Spirits, blessed souls and angels that linger in our
abode. We don’t ask for wealth or abundance, nor much
less for glory. We only ask that we don’t run out of firewood
so the warmth doesn’t leave.
We need all those voices to join in this
same cry, even if it’s their first word of spirit.
It doesn’t matter how. There are songs that sound
more beautiful out of tune than well sung ...
Spirit! ..."

Spirit, that roams our home,
make sure the firewood doesn’t run out, that the warmth stays.
Spirit, that roams our home,
make sure the firewood doesn’t run out, that the warmth stays.
Spirit, that roams our home,
make sure the firewood doesn’t run out, that the warmth stays.
Spirit, that roams our home,
make sure the firewood doesn’t run out, that the warmth stays.