Inspired Andean song from Bolivia by Los Masis, a culturally involved collective from the Yampara culture.
VOICE 1: Today you return to my mind, your laughter holds me in a dream. CHORUS: The light of my soul feels that in a minute you will return. DUET: And through the streets, your body always seems to survive. CHORUS: The light of my soul feels that in a minute you will return. VOICE 1: We walked every corner. CHORUS: Molding the dust, tilling the furrow of the future, and we learned from all the wounds that it was important to insist again. VOICE 1: For those dreams, for those mothers who cried, for that blood that was shed, for the future, for the songs, for every child that will come. VOICE 1: Today you return to my mind, your laughter holds me in a dream. CHORUS: The light of my soul feels that in a minute you will return. VOICE 1: We walked every corner. CHORUS: Shaping the dust, tilling the furrow of the future, and we learned from every wound that it was important to keep trying. VOICE 1: For those dreams, for those mothers who cried, for that blood that was shed, for the future, for the songs, for every child to come. VOICE 1: Today you return to my mind. CHORUS: You return.
VOZ 1: Hoy a mi mente
vuelves,
en un ensueño
tu risa me tiene.
CORO: La luz de mi alma
siente
que en un minuto
vuelves.
DÚO: Y por las calles siempre
sobreviviendo
tu cuerpo parece.
CORO: La luz de mi alma
siente
que en un minuto
vuelves.
VOZ 1: Caminamos todas las esquinas
CORO: Moldeando el polvo, labrando el surco del porvenir,
y aprendimos de todas las heridas
que era importante el volver a insistir.
VOZ 1: Por esos sueños,
por esas madres que lloraron,
por esa sangre que se fue,
por el futuro,
por las canciones,
por cada niño que vendrá.
VOZ 1: Hoy a mi mente
vuelves,
en un ensueño
tu risa me tiene.
CORO: La luz de mi alma
siente
que en un minuto
vuelves.
VOZ 1: Caminamos todas las esquinas
CORO: Moldeando el polvo, labrando el surco del porvenir,
y aprendimos de todas las heridas
que era importante el volver a insistir.
VOZ 1: Por esos sueños,
por esas madres que lloraron,
por esa sangre que se fue,
por el futuro,
por las canciones,
por cada niño que vendrá
VOZ 1: Hoy a mi mente
vuelves.
CORO: Vuelves.