Golondrinas

Swallows of a single summer
With constant yearning for distant skies
Creole soul, wandering and traveling
Trying to stop it is a chimera

Swallows with fever in their wings
Pilgrim drunk with emotion
Always dreaming of other paths
The crazy compass of your heart

Little Creole from my town, girl from my neighborhood
The swallow will one day stop its flight
There will be no cloud in its eyes of vague distances
And in your loving arms, it will build its nest

Its longing for distances will calm down in your mouth
With the sweet fragrance of your old love
Little Creole from my town, girl from my neighborhood
With folded wings, I too will return

In your routes that cross the seas
A blue trail of songs blooms
And under the spell of new landscapes
Your clear string sounds intensely

With your sweet sowing of harmonies
Distant lands saw you pass by
Other moons followed your footsteps
Your only destiny is always to fly