Caña Con Ruda

I'm going down the paths of the Moon and salt
I bring the scream of the silences that I can't silence
Serenade of a thousand colors and a scent of chance
And a concert of fresh water, I come to give you

So we can dance in the circle together
Like little birds flirting near the Sun
All our sorrows will be carried away by the wind
All the wounds will be healed with hugs

Cane with rue for the pain
Basil bouquet for love
Clouds of flour, kiss of alcohol
And the warm embrace of both

Cane with rue for the pain
Basil bouquet for love
Clouds of flour, kiss of alcohol
And the warm embrace of both

So much land crying wounded by the conqueror
Who opens furrows of blood and death and takes it to the Sun
But your eyes are little embers burning in my song
But your hands are ears of comfort and peace

Cane with rue for the pain
Basil bouquet for love
Clouds of flour, kiss of alcohol
And the warm embrace of both

Cane with rue for the pain
Basil bouquet for love
Clouds of flour, kiss of alcohol
And the warm embrace of both

I'm going down the paths
I bring the scream of my silences
Serenade of a thousand colors
Serenade so you don't cry