Al Pajaro
Almafuerte
To the Bird
A singing bird, has won my roof today
where I live, among Buenos Aires neighborhoods,
I believe it warns me that there is no more, it's over.
The day is dawning and I am carrying my stumble.
Being able to free you from your sorrow is my dream
Because while I sing, my sorrow fades away.
Your guarantee of madness has melted.
Go to sleep now, I ask you please.
I believe it warns me that there is no more, it's over.
The day is dawning and I am carrying my stumble.
Being able to free you from your sorrow is my dream
Because while I sing, my sorrow fades away.
Your guarantee of madness has melted.
Go to sleep now, I ask you please.
