Desde Mi Ventana

Let me look at you
Through that window
That in the mornings
I see in your eyes
The brightness of your soul lonely color

Let me tell you
That in my thoughts
I carry your dreams
And your feelings
And my soul feels small dying

I want to talk to you about my land
Talk to you about rivers and celestial dreams
Talk to you about the wind and its songs
About the love of flowers to the wet earth
Let me look at you through that window

Let me tell you
That in my thoughts
I carry your dreams
And your feelings
And my soul feels small dying

I want to talk to you about my land
Talk to you about rivers and celestial dreams
Talk to you about the wind and its songs
About the love of flowers to the wet earth
Let me look at you through that window.