He liked it in the summer
Get away from his house
And climb the mountain
See the morning arrive
The singing of the waterfalls
And the cooing of the reeds
See the wheat fields grow
Its river full of water
And sing along the paths
Its freedom and hope< br/>And fall in love with a star
Between night and dawn
He spent the winters
In the warmth of a cabin
And he felt like a poet
br/>Among all the poets
Conqueror of affections
Professional pilgrim
As a companion to destiny
And friend of his friends
Lover when the night comes
Of the star and the dew
Era of bohemian life
With a shared heart
The rain was his soul
That watered the roads
Through the mountains you could hear
Their songs, their prayers
And even though you left
Very early in life
From your mountain a and your river
Your look is the dew
Your voice stayed in the wind
Your sorrows along the way
Your soul among the mountains as
Your tears for the river
Your freedom and hope
They have not left with you
Your freedom and hope
They are walking the paths.
Through the mountains and the rivers
You can hear the song of that Indian

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