Golden and growing ripe in my land
Ready to fly while my people wait
Ears that I sow
To see if they germinate
North wind, thought and life
A I bring Saint Peter between the
Breath and saliva that I release
Every moment that feels right
And I do it complete and direct
Yes sir, yes sir
(He comes, he comes, he comes, he comes)
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Yes sir, sir
Fire, smiles, reality and pain
Present ground, waiting in representation
At night it lulls me unconscious
In my belly the past seconds, loaded
Tattooed on my back, soaked together between the thorns
Tell me what it feels like, tell me what it feels like
Tell me what it feels like to feel the sweat on my forehead
Tell me what it feels like, tell me if you feel it
Tell me what it feels like sweat on my forehead
The smell of my land penetrates the brain
It integrates into the system and takes over my body
It makes it float, breathe and calm
I am in the place to go plant a little
And then collect it little by little
Take it to my cellar, and see what interests me
The good, the bad
It comes and it comes he who is absent keeps it
Thick, it comes and comes
Wind, caresses, lightness and flavor
Fire, smiles, reality and pain