Contigo
Es de viento que está hecha mi canción
De sangre que se tiñe mi dolor
De verde que me pierdo en tu mirar
De agua, de agua que navego en tus palabras
Es de días y de noches mi soñar
De soles y de estrellas mi cantar
De cielos que yo invento para ti
De agua, de agua que se inunda la razón
Contigo
Es de tierra que está hecho el corazón
Que insiste en anidarse en tu vivir
Buscando no olvidarse de su voz
De aire, de aire que se enreda a cada instante
Contigo, contigo
With You
It's the wind that my song is made of
Of blood that tints my pain
Of green that I get lost in your gaze
Of water, of water that I sail in your words
It's of days and nights my dreaming
Of suns and stars my singing
Of skies that I invent for you
Of water, of water that floods the reason
With you
It's of earth that the heart is made
That insists on nesting in your life
Seeking not to forget its voice
Of air, of air that tangles at every moment
With you, with you