Agua De La Fuente Clara
Victor Manuel
Clear Fountain Water
Water from the clear fountain
water from the cold fountain
how did you forget me
where did you scatter the ashes...
I got lost in the mist
entangle me in a branch
you climbed the mountain
I descended to the salty sea.
on a path of roses
on the morning of Saint John
you wore that dress for the first time
with a lace strip
I looked at you hungrily
taking communion in the church
oh mama if I were
like the consecrated host...
Water from the clear fountain
water from the cold fountain
tell me how were those lips
with which she drank me.
on a path of roses
on the morning of Saint John
you wore that dress for the first time
with a lace strip
I looked at you hungrily
taking communion in the church
oh mama if I were
like the consecrated host...
