El Arroiyto
Fonseca
The Stream
Dawn broke and I found that you embarked on a long journey.
My heart escaped from the luggage
and stayed to fill me with memories.
Dawn broke and the old rooster that used to sing at the window
today didn't sing because you didn't open the morning
and even the wind turned back because you weren't there.
You are the stream that bathes my cabin.
You are the negative of the picture of my soul.
You are holy water that grows in my crop.
You are that little ray that warms my nest.
Dusk came and the heart silently opens its album,
an accordion is imprinting memories on it
and also composing a song for your return.
Dusk came and the clarity of my cabin is fading,
I don't feel light in the corners of my soul
because I no longer have everything you carry inside.
You are the stream that bathes my cabin.
You are the negative of the picture of my soul.
You are holy water that grows in my crop.
You are that little ray that warms my nest.
I just want to be the owner of your love.
I just want to be the owner of your laughter
to find you and return your heart
and have you by my side for the rest of my life.
You are the stream that bathes my cabin.
You are the negative of the picture of my soul.
You are holy water that grows in my crop.
You are that little ray that warms my nest.
You are the stream that bathes my cabin.
You are the negative of the picture of my soul.
You are holy water that grows in my crop.
You are that little ray that warms my nest.
