Viento

A song in the wind
A song in the clouds
A song in time
A song in the sky

Sleeping passives
Immobile beings
Hearing a sound
Of infinite singing

Leaves already lifeless
Resting and flying
Counting the sorrows
Of a hidden sun

Leaves already lifeless
Resting and flying
Feeling the traces
Of a fragile sigh

Wind and sweet sorrow
Of mist and sigh
Noble voice of the sky
Of time and relief

A cry from the earth
Voice in the mountain
Song that lulls
To a hidden sun

The wind will whisper soon
A gentle song of bliss
And time will soon return
The shades of missing green

Song to the sun that hides
Behind the mountains
In the cold of this north
Without my south and its nights

Song to the passing river
With its defeated face
And to that light that appears
Giving drops of relief