Secretos quero descubrir secretos de mi alma, los cielos quero por papel, la mar quero por tinta. Los árboles por péndula, para escribir mis dertis, no lo saben mis hermanos, ni primos ni parientes. Sale a la puerta, te hablaré, sale a la ventana, te hablaré, descubrire secretos de mi alma.
Secrets I want to discover
secrets of my soul,
I want the heavens for paper,
the sea I want for ink. The trees as quills,
to write my sayings,
my brothers do not know it,
nor cousins nor relatives. Step to the door, I will speak to you,
step to the window,
I will speak to you, I will reveal
secrets of my soul.
Jerusalem National Sound Archives placement: Y6188d/14
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