[ Featuring Juan Formell ]
Where is the little bird
that used to carry me
over the river and the
cane fields?
I need his songs
that tell of the love
of the country girl
and the coffee plantation
He introduced me to
the captain of the woodlands:
it was the palm tree,
sad and silent --
and he told me the tale
of his bitter travail,
the farmers have been robbed
of their souls and their freedom
We went to listen to the warble
of the river and the spring
while the cricket sang
on the hearth
and he taught me to count
the stars in the sky
and to kiss a lovely country girl,
the rapture of my dreams --
little bird, little bird
where are you singing?
