Casa
Silvana Estrada
Home
My home is a springtime memory
Of pale prayers without God
My home is what remains of summer
From that unbearable flood
And I understand that life reproaches me
For my unusual heart's old age
My home is a fading star
How sad! It says goodbye to my voice
How sad! It says goodbye to my voice
My home is a garden in love
That grows uncontrollably under the Sun
My home is three laughs embracing
Saying what those who know love
And I understand that life reproaches me
For my unusual heart's old age
My home is a fading star
How sad! It says goodbye to my voice
How sad! It says goodbye to my voice
