Marquesita

Where mist and sun blend,
where the Mon route begins,
and there's passion,
to walk and not look back,
you say 'over there' and I'll say 'amen'.

Where heather shows its flower,
where there's slate under every sun,
you don't have to fear,
the wolves show tenderness when they bite...

I'll confess anything knowing that
I can do something much worse,
and we see a mountain just burned
and now it looks like it's bathed in coal.

And I howl, love, may we do well,
howl, love, may we do well.

Where the path is circular,
where there are wood stoves like in Nepal,
and evil lives right there,
in the last house in San Martín.

Where I tested my faith,
where silence can be touched and bitten,
tell me who will protect us,
from every curve and what's behind...

I'll confess anything knowing that
I can do something much worse,
and in its darkness this fatal night is perfect
like a major chord...

And I howl, love, may we do well,
howl, love, may we do well.

I'll confess anything knowing that
I can do something much worse,
and I think of what I wanted to lose
and now I recognize myself only in passion.

And I howl, love, may we do well,
howl, love, may we do well.

I'll confess anything knowing that
I can do something much worse,

I'll confess anything knowing that
I can do something much worse,

and now I'll confess anything knowing that
I can do something much worse.