I hear your voice on the wind I hear your voice on the wind Yo escucho tu voz en el viento And I hear you call out my name… And I hear you call out my name… Y te escucho llamando mi nombre... ‘Listen, my child!' you say to me, ‘Listen, my child!' you say to me, 'Oye, mi niño!' usted me dice, ‘I am the Voice of your history, ‘I am the Voice of your history, 'Yo soy la Voz de tu história, Be not afraid – come follow me, Be not afraid – come follow me, No temas - ven, seguí-me, Answer my call and I'll set you free.' Answer my call and I'll set you free.' Contesta mi llamado y te libertaré.' I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain, I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain, Yo soy la voz en el viento, y en la lluvia torrencial, I am the Voice of your hunger and pain; I am the Voice of your hunger and pain; Yo soy la voz de tu hambre y dolor, I am the Voice that always is calling you, I am the Voice that always is calling you, Yo soy la voz que siempre te llama, I am the Voice – I will remain I am the Voice – I will remain Yo soy la voz - Yo me quedaré I am the Voice in the fields when the summer's gone, I am the Voice in the fields when the summer's gone, Yo soy la voz en los campos cuándo el verano se va, The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow; The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow; La danza de las hojas cuándo el viento del otoño soplar Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long; Ne'er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long; Jamás dormiré por todo el invierno, I am the force that in the springtime will grow. I am the force that in the springtime will grow. Yo soy la fuerza que en la primavera crecerá. I am the Voice of the past that will always be, I am the Voice of the past that will always be, Yo soy la voz del pasado que siempre será, Filled with my sorrows and blood in my fields; Filled with my sorrows and blood in my fields; Rellena de mis sufrimientos y sangre en mis campos, I am the Voice of the future… I am the Voice of the future… Yo soy la voz del futuro... Bring me your peace, bring me your peace, and my wounds they will heal Bring me your peace, bring me your peace, and my wounds they will heal Trae-me tu paz, trae-me tu paz, y mis heridas se curarán I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain, I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain, Yo soy la voz en el viento, y en la lluvia torrencial, I am the Voice of your hunger and pain; I am the Voice of your hunger and pain; Yo soy la voz de tu hambre y dolor, I am the Voice that always is calling you, I am the Voice that always is calling you, Yo soy la voz que siempre te llama, I am the Voice I am the Voice Yo soy la voz I am the Voice in the past that will always be I am the Voice in the past that will always be Yo soy la voz del pasado que siempre se quedará I am the Voice of your hunger and pain; I am the Voice of your hunger and pain; Yo soy la voz de tu hambre y dolor, I am the Voice of the future… I am the Voice of the future… Yo soy la voz del futuro... I am the Voice… I am the Voice…I am the Voice… I am the Voice. I am the Voice… I am the Voice…I am the Voice… I am the Voice. Yo soy la voz... Yo sou la voz... Yo soy la voz... Yo soy la voz.