I am eating red berries from your orchard
I am watching glass zeppelins
The words I will say are already flying
I love you, I will say I love you, I will say I wait for you, and what will you say?

I am feeling the signals from some port
I am hearing your songs in a bar
I am drinking the words I will say
I love you, I will say I love you, I will say I wait for you, and what will you say?

And it's that with you life has to be real
It has to feel nice to be the hero in your story
And whisper in your ear when I find you again
Look at me, love me, sit with me and tell me
Your sorrows, Cumbiana, tell me your sublime dreams

The gooseberries of your story are already ripe
The sea is already sown with horse mackerel
I am already fishing the words I will say
I love you, I will say I love you, I will say I wait for you, and what will you say?

And it's that with you life has to be real
It has to feel nice to be the hero in your story
And whisper in your ear when I find you again
Look at me, love me, sit with me and tell me
Your sorrows, Cumbiana, tell me your sublime dreams

And it will be if you want it and dream it

Tell me if forgetfulness stole your mornings
Tell me if you cried tenderness and rage
Tell me if you want I move the mountain
And we heal together the pain of the homeland
In a little house that has a flag
So that you love me as I love my land
A forest, a dog, a wooden rocking chair
A pink room where a star sleeps

And it's that with you life has to be real
It has to feel nice to be the hero in your story
And whisper in your ear when I find you again
Look at me, love me, sit with me and tell me
Your sorrows, Cumbiana, tell me your sublime dreams

I will stay with you
The time of greed and fear will pass
The water will return and this will be our land

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