Vento Norte

Just like a bellows in a forge
It stokes the fire of the flames
And in the cracks of the barns
Echo voices of accordions

They call you the Aragon Wind
A master of the roads
But the land of joy
Is your home, it’s your nest

If one day I could have
The strength that the winds possess
I would sweep away from these lands
So many discontentments

It’s gonna rain in three days
A forecast that never fails
'Cause the North Wind has arrived
Rumbling at the foot of the hills

It brought in its rustic song
The shrillness of the cicadas
Harmonizing on the fence
Melodies of guitars

Blow strong, North Wind
Before this rain comes down
I want to see the little girl
Holding up her skirt