Mi Querencia

Morning star,
lend me your clarity
to light up the steps
of my lover who is leaving.

If you have any trouble
far from my loneliness
tell the morning star
to bring you back;
tell the morning star
to bring you back.

If my longing is the mountain,
and my strength a wild one,
how do you not want me to sing,
how do you not want me to sing
like a heart sings.

If my longing is the mountain,
and the araguaney flower;
how do you not want me to have,
how do you not want me to have,
such a strong desire to return.

If my longing is the mountain,
and a herd of cattle;
how do you not want me to dream,
how do you not want me to dream,
about the sun of the deer.

Morning star...