Hasta la raíz [English translation]

I go on crossing rivers,

walking through forests,

loving the sun,

every day I keep removing thorns

from the depths of my heart.

At night I keep lighting up dreams

to cleanse every memory with the sacred smoke.

When I write your name

on the white sand, with a blue background,

when I look at the sky, in the cruel form of a grey cloud

you appear,

(when) one afternoon I climb a high hill,

look at the past,

you will know that I have not forgotten you.

I take you inside to the root

and as much as it grows, you will be here.

Although I hide behind the mountain

and find a field full of cane,

there is no way, my moonbeam,

that you leave.

I think that every survived moment when walking

and every second of uncertainty,

every moment of not knowing,

are the exact key to that tissue

I carry under the skin,

like that I protect you,

here you are still inside.

I take you inside to the root

and as much as it grows you will be here.

Although I hide behind the mountain

and find a field full of cane,

there is no way, my moonbeam,

that you leave.