Esperanzas
Los Kjarkas
Hopes
Fly, pigeon, fly, fly through time sowing dreams, paint your white wings, your white wings of freedoms
Bringing light and sun, bringing shelter for my people
for the brother that grows free in your dreams in the mountains....
Where is that time so great one day
My millenary town made of stone, face of clay
Where is my white town my ancient town
Will it be building new paths in its gaze
Repeat everything.
