Between the branches of pine trees
I saw the moonlight of January
When there still was sunlight
//And in a shell from the beach
I heard a voice that brings on a faint
From a secret nightingale//
With water and honey
I ate bread with water and honey
And from the vista of a window
I kissed without knowing who
I have a rose
I have a rose and a carnation
In a little song from the clay
Which my mother gave me
It was through the national road
And through real woods
Behind a blue bird
In the depths of the eyes I bring
The road of Santiago
And the cruise of the south
I opened my eyes
I opened my eyes to the day
And I heard the melody
Which rises to the sky from the dust
//From the new wine
If I sampled the new wine
If I loved the king and the populace
My God why am I so alone//