Cosas de un soñador

I look for firewood in the Sun,
Next to my goats I go,
Things of a dreamer.

I search in the pasture
Little angels of God,
Things of a dreamer

I give hand blows,
I open my chest in two,
Things of a dreamer.

My destiny is to heal,
I knew it before seeing,
Things of a dreamer.

They are here,
The holy children are,
Things of a dreamer.

Mushrooms and healing,
Smoke of another color,
Things of a dreamer.

Oh, Maria! So full of Sun.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Maria! So full of voice.