Why are you sleeping alone, shepherd?
You'd sleep better inside my woolen quilt
Why are you sleeping alone, shepherd?
You'd sleep better inside my woolen quilt
I'm washing your ribbon in the cold stream,
your smile looks like a hot jasmine.
I want to live inside the snowed girl of this jasmine
I want to live inside the snowed girl of this jasmine
Alone, seeing myself alone, alone behind the walls
where the healed wound is,
where the healed wound is.
And support my body made of soil
until the white light of dawn arrives.
The night came so suddenly,
here the night came,
look how dark is turning
the mountain's stream,
the mountain's stream.
I threw a lemon in the air
and it stopped at your door,
and it stopped at your door;
and even lemons know
that we both love each other,
that we both love each other.
My senses, and these senses of mine,
ay, the more I think about it,
the bigger my nonsense is,
ay, the more I think about it,
the bigger my nonsense is.
Something that embitters me,
what do you have in your look
that doesn't seem to be good, Triniá?
Ay Trini, my Trini, my Triniá (x4)