Esperaré Un Poco Más

Текст песни Shaila Dúrcal - Esperaré Un Poco Más

Borea (Pyre of a Thousand Pine) LyricsWould that the mists envelop me
Tendrils writhing upon my skin
And raise me, on this sombre night
This sombre night of october decline

Would that the mists envelop me
Tendrils writhing upon my skin
And raise me, on this sombre night
This sombre night of november renewal

Raise me atop the pyre
The pyre of a thousand pine
Rising against the nightscape
A mountain, a bulwark, a fortress
The pyre of a thousand pine that
Hopeless against what was to come
And too noble to be felled by cruel hand
Laid themselves down

The mist seeped down from the hills
And took them in her tendrils
She piled them high
As a mountain against the nightscape

Set me atop, set the Wandering king ablaze
Burn this innocent flesh from my bones
O Borea, breathe life into me
Slake my dust bones, my ash skin
Draw the life of this fire so high
Draw it into me

That I might take the height of the white pine
That I might take the strength of the ironwood
That I might take the wisdom of the oak
That I might rise again

Rise, wanderer