Iniciado Del Alba

I can see,
What I didn't think,
And so it is,
Having thought about that...
With the grapes under the sun...
And the fear, (and the fear)
And the water of the skin...
And so it is,
That the misty wind gave...
Like the kiss of the skin
And here, the kiss hides...
Without memory
Moon of dawn,
Like the kiss...
Moist privets,
And the town that awakens without moaning..

I can see, I can see, I can see,
What I didn't think,
And so it is,
Having thought about that...
With the grapes under the sun...
And the fear, (and the fear, and the fear)
And the water of the skin...
And so it is,
That the misty wind gave...
Like the kiss of the skin
And here, the kiss hides...
Without memory
Moon of dawn,
Like the kiss...
Moist privets,
And the town that awakens without moaning..