Canto del servo pastore [English translation]

where does the rosemary grow, there is a dark spring

where does my destiny walk there is a thread of fear

nobody will teach me which is the direction

i do not know which is my true name yet

when the moon loses the wool and the sparrow loses the street

when every angel is in chains and every dog barks

take your sadness in your hand and blow it in the river

dress your pain in leaves and hide it in feather

there is a little of my hair under each rockrose from here to the sea

there is a drawing of all my knives under each cork

the love of houses, the love dressed white

i have never knew and never betrayed

my father is a hawk, my mother is a haystack, they stay over the hill

and they eyes without depth follow my moon

night night night alone alone like my fire(place)

lean your head on my heart and turn it off little by little