Dies the night in your red claws
you dress in colors the blackness of its soul.
The wind bids her farewell with gentle gusts
The day dawns with a song of hope.
Jollity of little birds dance in the bower
silent the dew trembles on the branches
the scent of ripe fruit spreads with your coming
the farmer marches with his hoe on his back.
The meadow grows wild, green with enchantment
the rain blessed it with tears of silver.
land of a thousand colors, of forgotten dreams
silent warriors fighting for what we love.
The sun is lost in the night like a ghost
he carries away the pains of the soul
He is cradled by the stars, the moon kisses his face
everything starts all over again life catches us.
