Mother, where do you live? In the sky? The clouds? The sea? Show me your face. Give me a sign. We rise… we rise. Afraid of myself. A god, he seems to me. What else is life but being near you? Do they suspect? Oh, to be given to you. You to me. I will be faithful to you. True. Two no more. One. One. I am… I am.
He is like a tree. He shelters me. I lie in his shade.
Come, spirit, help us sing the story of our land. You are our mother. We, your field of corn. We rise from out of the soul of you.
I will find joy in all I see.
What else is life but being near you!
He has killed the God within me,
No, all is perfect, let me be lost.
Why does the Earth have colors?
You flow through me, like a river.
Dear mother, you fill the land with your beauty. You reach to the end of the world. How shall I seek you? Show me your face. You, a great river that never runs dry.
Mother, why can I not feel as I should… must? Once false, I must not be again. Take out the thorn.
What else is life but being near you? Do they suspect? Oh, to be given to you; you to me. I will be faithful to you. True.
