Mano a mano

When I feel that the song nests
in every corner of your handkerchief,
I am a bird in full flight
and I go with the brightness that reaches the soul.
When I feel that my song nests
in every corner of the heart.
It's the colt that defies me
it brings me now the rebellion,
the night turns into day
and for you, I want to be singing again.
With the colt that defies me
I now discover my rebellion.
In my poncho the moon becomes
one for your fantasies,
the devil wanders adrift and then,
it's an angel singing folk songs.
In my poncho I keep the madness
and the adventure of your love.
Hand in hand I play with time
discouragement and nostalgia,
my song becomes hope in your voice
and in the present I conjugate the dream.
Hand in hand plays with time
my great moment to be with you.
If it seems that at night
some puppet fills my soul,
I don't want to tame the calm and thus
I become like wood.
If it seems that on some nights
some puppet were born in me.
In my poncho the moons become
one by one your fantasies,
the devil wanders adrift and then
it's an angel singing folk songs.
In my poncho I keep the madness
and the adventure of your love.