El huerto a la luna
Isabel Parra
The Orchard to the Moon
Leave the orchard to the moon
let the dew take its time.
Don't bother the poppy
or mistake its shape.
The dew takes its time
leave the orchard to the moon, oh.
Let them appear in the air
lovers' bonfires,
yellow untied
running to the dance.
Lovers' bonfires
appear in the air, oh.
Give to each one
the affectionate word,
the most beautiful smile
to light up what's dark.
The affectionate word
give to each one, oh.
Prepare the tenderness
of the hours to come
as the mountain range lives
its permanent adventure, oh.
