The River Sings

Our words go beyond the moon.
Our words go into the shadows.
The river sings the endlessness.
We write of our journey through night.
We write in our aloneness.
We want to know the shape of eternity.

Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?

Mountains, solitude and the moon
Until the journey's end?
The river holds the lost road of the sky;
The shape of eternity?

Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?

Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?
Why did we fall into days?
Why are we calling out into the endlessness?

Who knows the way it is?
Who knows what time will not tell us?

El rio canta

Nuestras palabras van mas alla de la luna
Nuestras palabras van a las sombras
El rio canta lo interminable
Escribimos nuestro viaje a través de la noche
Escribimos nuestra soledad
Queremos saber la forma de la eternidad

Quien sabe que es?
Quien sabe que el tiempo no nos dira?

Montañas, soledad en la luna
Hasta que el viaje acabe?
El rio contiene un camino perdido del cielo
La forma de la eternidad?

Quien sabe que es?
Quien sabe que el tiempo no nos dira?

Donde es el comienzo?
Donde es el final?
Porque caimos en días
Porque estamos llamando hacia lo interminable?

Quien sabe que es?
Quien sabe que el tiempo no nos dira?