2022.03.30.
The Quena player
In the morning, with small bells ringingThe quena player I’m talking about
Gets up,
He climbs on the highest peaks
Blows that blows a mystery
A free flower in its reed
which the wind gave him
to take care of his soul
His eyes look at the sky
There is no horizon which is worth
His eyes look at the sky
There is no horizon which is worth
Blows that blows a mystery
A free flower in its reed
Which the wind gave him
To take care of his soul
When you’ll teach
My children the sweet song
that the wind sings
Blows that blows a mystery
A free flower in its reed
Which the wind gave him
To take care of his soul
Instrumental
With small bells ringing
Gets up, in the morning
The quena player I’m talking about
He climbs on the highest peaks
Blows that blows a mystery
A free flower in its reed
Which the wind gave him
To take care of his soul
When you’ll teach
My children the sweet song
That sings the wind
Instrumental