Tormenta - Cebando Mate (English translation)

English translation

Brewing mate

I get up the morning is sunless,
the moan of your voice glows in my soul,
the bed is untidied and without crying
the night ended slowly.
 
Children go to school very early
and mothers to the neighbourhood market,
the church bells ring the six,
and you cover with the sheets again.
 
Brewing mate with love
there's fire in my heart
and I caress your spring
that remained in the room.
 
All my city begins to wake up,
faces come and go I don't know where they go,
I live my part of time I go to work,
the routine invades my walking again.
 
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Submitted by Diazepan Medina on Mon, 08/01/2018 - 14:28
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Cebando Mate

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