Mon sang

In the shade of my family tree
The wind in the leaves sings the same tune
That my grandmothers' grandmothers used to whistle
Centuries ago
Suddenly I feel like a passerby, I'm afraid
Of running out of time
To tell you everything
And to do everything before the dust

My blood, their blood, your blood
Carried by vessels
My blood, their blood, your blood
Passed like a torch
My blood, their blood, your blood
You can already feel it, my child
In the warmth of your cradle
My blood, their blood, your blood

Fairies leaned over your pram
Ghosts come to watch the lineage grow longer
You owe them the curve of your nose
The scent of your skin
The roots watch over the buds
You will take from us what is good
And you will forgive us the rest

My blood, their blood, your blood
Carried by vessels
My blood, their blood, your blood
Passed like a torch
My blood, their blood, your blood
You can already feel it, my child
In the warmth of your cradle
My blood, their blood, your blood

In the shade of my family tree
The wind in the leaves sings the same music
That my grandmothers' grandmothers used to whistle

My blood, their blood, your blood
Carried by vessels
My blood, their blood, your blood
Passed like a torch
My blood, their blood, your blood
You can already feel it, my child
In the warmth of your cradle
My blood, their blood, your blood

My blood