South birds
 

The band disbanded
rising from the trees
the vacuum that was
the end of his exile
wings open wounds
in the evening acinzar
and tame the agony
the day the dark

darken the river
and the green of the harvest
and pass through the threshing floor
where the sun landed
in drops of dew
luarento and faltering
Refresh fatigue
and sleep a while

Southern birds
bunch of loose wings
bring melodies
p'ra sing the girls
on nights of pilgrimage
on nights of pilgrimage

the dawn of flutter
oscillates my grief
heaven to stray
blue bursts in water
and the birds become wakes
the dream of a peasant
and delivery in the south
the cold that night made

is half of the match
and the color on the horizon
thickens the farewell
and the spurt source
wings open wounds
dust in the sun soothes
a stir restlessly
that refreshes my soul

Southern birds
bunch of loose wings
bring melodies
to sing the girls
on nights of pilgrimage
on nights of pilgrimage

South birds
 

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The band disbanded
rising from the trees
the vacuum that was
the end of his exile
wings open wounds
in the evening acinzar
and tame the agony
the day the dark

darken the river
and the green of the harvest
and pass through the threshing floor
where the sun landed
in drops of dew
luarento and faltering
Refresh fatigue
and sleep a while

Southern birds
bunch of loose wings
bring melodies
p'ra sing the girls
on nights of pilgrimage
on nights of pilgrimage

the dawn of flutter
oscillates my grief
heaven to stray
blue bursts in water
and the birds become wakes
the dream of a peasant
and delivery in the south
the cold that night made

is half of the match
and the color on the horizon
thickens the farewell
and the spurt source
wings open wounds
dust in the sun soothes
a stir restlessly
that refreshes my soul

Southern birds
bunch of loose wings
bring melodies
to sing the girls
on nights of pilgrimage
on nights of pilgrimage