Tierra de Quinientos Años

Las Flores Amarillas,
EM Gibello

We are the gold in the ore
The magnets in the lodestone
The ice on the mountain

We are the mists of the swamp
The dust of the trail
The leaves of the jungle

We are the ghosts on the ship
The gypsies on magic carpets
The strangers on the train

We are the fish in the streets
The ants on the walls
The pigs in the mud

We are the breath of the innocent
The song of bee eaters
The agony of illicit love

We are the rain of yellow flowers
The shade of almond trees
The flood waters of bananas

We are the alchemists in the lab
The revolutionaries in the square
The lovers in the garden

In this land of five hundred years

LiNdA