Carolina En Mi Piel

I have the same river, the dry tree, and the gate
I have new dreams and an old loneliness
I have the fire burning and the silence of the corner
I have a thousand memories and a broken heart

Oh, Carolina
In the wind is your voice
It comes from the hills
Crosses the field and the gate
Oh, Carolina
Your memory turns into honey
I carry you here in my foot
I carry you here in my skin

I dream of your return pressed against the window
I dream of the rain that used to sing on the glass
The rosebush no longer gives its flowers as before
My gate remains open, waiting for you

Oh, Carolina
In the wind is your voice
It comes from the hills
Crosses the field and the gate
Oh, Carolina
Your memory turns into honey
I carry you here in my foot
I carry you here in my skin

Oh, Carolina
In the wind is your voice
It comes from the hills
Crosses the field and the gate
Oh, Carolina
Your memory turns into honey
I carry you here in my foot
I carry you here in my skin

I carry you here in my skin