I hear music in the rushing wind.
Ever let it whisper, let it sink right in?
Through the echo of a long lost friend?
The lesson is unfolding in the painting of the wind.

Corre la voz que dice despertar!

Open the vents to let a little light in, a little light in
It slowly heats the ground and lets the dust move again.
Remember where you came from remember where you've been;
We all start somewhere but we end up all the same.

Corre la voz que dice despertar!
Aloja en el alma y no dejes separar.

Words are wasted quickly in the passing of the day.
You have to listen closely just to hear just what I say.
Lost in translation all I have is dreams.
I wake up with a hunger to taste just what I see.

Corre la voz que dice despertar!
Aloja en el alma y no dejes separar.

Corre la voz que dice desperatr!
Aloja en el alma y no dejes separar.