Agua De La Fuente Clara

Water from the clear fountain
water from the cold fountain
how did you forget me
where did you scatter the ashes...
I got lost in the mist
entangle me in a branch
you climbed the mountain
I descended to the salty sea.

on a path of roses
on the morning of Saint John
you wore that dress for the first time
with a lace strip
I looked at you hungrily
taking communion in the church
oh mama if I were
like the consecrated host...

Water from the clear fountain
water from the cold fountain
tell me how were those lips
with which she drank me.

on a path of roses
on the morning of Saint John
you wore that dress for the first time
with a lace strip
I looked at you hungrily
taking communion in the church
oh mama if I were
like the consecrated host...