ave de paso.

si yo moriré,

apartaré  de mi tumba

veré  la salida del sol cada mañana,

sentiré las nubes con mis yemas del dedo


no puedo dormir por una eternidad;

volaré con las garzas,

sus plumas me cubrirán

llamame ave de paso



if I die,

I will walk away from my grave

I will see the sun rise each morning

I will feel the clouds with my fingertips


I cannot sleep for an eternity

I will fly with the herons

Their feathers will cover me

Call me the bird of passing



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