Pluma de Aguila

Eagle Feather

Pluma de Aguila

My wound is a gold that, in the hunter's eye,Mi Herida Es Un Oro Que, En El Ojo Del Casador,
It oozes the purest doubt in it.Supura La Mas Pura Duda En El.
Doubt in it...Duda En El...

Swearing that he hit me, blessed be he,Jurandose Que Me Acerto, Bendito Sea El,
Ardent kisses the desert gives at my feet.Besos Ardientes Da El Desierto A Mis Pies.
At my feet...A Mis Pies...

I will always be me, Eagle Feather,Siempre Sere Yo, Pluma De Aguila,
Feline slow step, god-buffalo, Shaman...Felino Paso Lento,dios-bufalo, Chamam...

I will return, with the wind my ashes,Retornare Yo, Con El Viento Mis Cenizas,
Visionary warrior of the old connection.Guerrero Visionario De La Vieja Conexion.

I will gallop in your dreams and in your cold heart,Galopare En Tus Sueños Y En Tu Frio Corazon,
Fertilized with the blood of fervor.Fertilizado Con La Sangre Del Fervor.
Of fervor...Del Fervor...