Cumbiana

I'm eating red berries from your garden
I'm looking at crystal zeppelins
The words I'll say are already flying
I love you, I'll say I love you
I'll say I'll wait for you, what will you say?

I'm feeling the signs of some port
I'm hearing your songs in a bar
I'm drinking the words I'll say
I love you, I'll say I love you
I'll say I'll wait for you, what will you say?

And with you, life has to be real
It has to feel nice to be the hero in your story
And whisper in your ear when I see you again
Look at me, love me, sit with me and tell me
Your sorrows, Cumbiana, your sublime dreams, tell me

The currants of your story are ripe
The sea is full of mackerels
I'm fishing the words I'll say
I love you, I'll say I love you
I'll say I'll wait for you, what will you say?

And with you, life has to be real
It has to feel nice to be the hero in your story
And whisper in your ear when I see you again
Look at me, love me, sit with me and tell me
Your sorrows, Cumbiana, your sublime dreams, tell me

And it will be
If you want it and dream it
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Tell me if forgetfulness stole your mornings
Tell me if you cried for tenderness and anger
Tell me if you want, I'll move the mountain
And together we heal the pain of the homeland

In a little house with a flag
So you love me as I love my land
A forest, a dog, a wooden rocker
A pink room where a star sleeps

And with you, life has to be real
It has to feel nice to be the hero in your story
And whisper in your ear when I see you again
Look at me, love me, sit with me and tell me
Your sorrows, Cumbiana, your sublime dreams, tell me

I'll stay with you
The time of greed and fear will pass
The water will return
And this will be our land