Tamara

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