I'm flying through the dark meadow Among ancient feeling of my love I'm looking for roots of my flower I feel its odour near the wood The moon's hovering
: Si me levanto temprano, fresco y curado, claro y feliz, y te digo: «voy al bosque para aliviarme de ti», sabe que dentro tengo un tesoro que me llega
We've been to the top, we've been to the bottom We've known everything and forgotten, yeah You've kicked me around, you've wrapped me in cotton You'