El Hijo Del Ayer
Celtian
The Son of Yesterday
Up in the mountains
Begins the new dawn
The sky invites to march
And not think about coming back
A wise wizard said
Remember what I taught you
Your path starts here
And in solitude you must do it
The son of yesterday has six faces
Firm is the earth beneath my feet
The air, with its song will guide me
The leaves will whisper to me, as I walk, which path to take
The water, with its dance will heal me
When I suffer wounds from stumbling, it will wash my tears
People change, come and go
Sometimes, towards me
But a few will leave
Their mark on my heart
The years dance their dance on the clock
My pen traces a new illusion
The air, with its song will guide me
The leaves will whisper to me, as I walk, which path to take
The water, with its dance will heal me
When I suffer wounds from stumbling, it will wash my tears
The air, with its song will guide me
The leaves will whisper to me, as I walk, which path to take
The water, with its dance will heal me
When I suffer wounds from stumbling, it will wash my tears
