La Ventana
Los Kjarkas
The Window
Let me look at you
through that window
that in the mornings
I see in your eyes
the brightness of your soul
color solitary
tell you
that my thoughts
I carry your dreams
and your feelings
and my soul feels
dying of sorrow
I want to talk to you
about my land I want
to talk to you about rivers
and celestial dreams
to talk to you about the wind
and its songs
about the love of the flowers
to the wet earth
let me look at you
through that window
tell you
that my thoughts
I carry your dreams
and your feelings
and my soul feels
dying of sorrow
I want to talk to you
about my land I want
to talk to you about rivers
and celestial dreams
to talk to you about the wind
and its songs
about the love of the flowers
to the wet earth
let me look at you
through that window
