Yarará (part. Gustavo Santaolalla)

My heart got tired of crying
And in the end learned to smile
It rained so much that my river grew
And now it just flows out

I had to become strong like the mountains
With a calm mind like the plain
After having cried a couple of waterfalls
I learned to breathe despite the altitude
And I went to the south
Looking for the sky
With a soul as cold as ice
And there you were
In the reflection of that blue lake

A condor watches over me
Watching from above
All my walking
The song of my strings
Travels through the land
Like a yarará

My heart got tired of crying
And in the end learned to smile
It rained so much that my river grew
And now it just flows out

I got lost
In the city of fury
Among excesses and lust
But I kept going
With forgiveness but memory
If I swore to die with glory
I rose again and I'm high in the sky
I have a soul as golden as the Sun
Dancing like the wind dances
I know where I come from and where I'm going

A condor watches over me
Watching from above
All my walking
The song of my strings
Travels through the land
Like a yarará

My heart got tired of crying
And in the end learned to smile
It rained so much that my river grew
And now it just flows out