Where your voice will go without your guitar
The wind ran out of your throat.
Where are you going, where are you going?
The people never forget who they sing
Where God was that morning
Of that cruel spring road
He fell in love when he heard his voice
Singing a sad chacarera
I do not know what wind will cloud your look
You will never be a yellow flower
Where your love will go in slow flight
Where did your smile move?
Two little angels cry out your look
Where are you Tamara.
When I love I’m wrong on the way
You said and walked away without wanting to
One song one song
I sing in the green river of your body
The wine of your love I sing twice
Sleeping on your guitar in love
I miss that sweetness
From your enchanted voice in the mornings