Bajo La Sombra de Un Árbol
Los Huayra
Under the Shade of a Tree
Under the shade of a tree
I was almost asleep
How beautiful the afternoon was
The trees were trilling
My feelings flew away
Hanging on a sigh
Suddenly a breeze came
That smelled of old memories
It was all present
Everything I love the most
As if time had opened up
Revealing its mysteries
There is no one who sings in this land
As the birds sing
They are free with wings in the wind
They are free of speech
Be one more in the air
It is what scares man
From somewhere in the afternoon
A voice came out that told me
It's good to walk around the world
To love and suffer oblivion
Knowing that life here
And death has its place
The sky hung a cloud
Painted in bright gold
Then the thoughts
They fell on top of me
When I turned to
The sky the clouds had already gone
Never lose sight of it
The shades of innocence
And at the time of colors
Come back as many times as you can
And embroider your heart with
Threads of transparency
There is no one who sings in this land
As the birds sing
They are free with wings in the wind
They are free of speech
Be one more in the air
It is what scares man
From somewhere in the afternoon
A voice came out that told me
It's good to walk around the world
To love and suffer oblivion
Knowing that life here
And death has its place
