The Farm
Stories with flavor of parsely and onions,
songs from fresh water accompanied by rum
my heart is open, always looking for new memories
to tell the stories of all my dreams at once.
By the rhythm of aguardiente, I'll tell you what's going on with me
without letting nostalgia get on my way
with the air coming out of the accordions and a drum out of tune,
I will cry the songs that make my voice tremble
Chorus
Like a guitar, I sing with all my soul
In my soul I keep all the sorrow and solitude
The solitude of this time that goes by without your sight
Your sight that fills my truth with colors.
By the rhythm of words, I learned how to count stars,
to walk leaving footsteps to always know how to come back
and I got back following the trace that spelled my own name
but today that name sounds like a goodbye
because I know you're no longer there
Stories with the flavor of parsely and onions,
fill my mind and make me smile
Among all the moon-and-grass flowers I learned how to grow,
Among many dreams and many truths all at once