Vasudeva - Gustavo Santaolalla

Vive a orillas del rio

En algun lugar, en algun lugar

En las noches de frio

Con una nube, se suele abrigar

Suenan historias de amor

En su garganta de sol

Suena la edad de su voz

Tiene las manos curtidas

De viento, de arena

Pasa las tardes contando

Las hojas que caen, las hojas que quedan

Su alma vive volando

Un horizonte buscando

Donde poder girar

Su vos se escucha en el tiempo

De brazos abiertos, de brazos abiertos

Vive en tu tierra en la mia

En todos los dias, que estamos despiertos

Con su guitarra azul

Canta canciones de luz

Quiza debamos escuchar

lives by the river

somewhere, somewhere

On cold nights

With a cloud, it is usually sheltered

love stories sound

In his throat of sun

Sounds the age of your voice

She has tanned hands

of wind, of sand

spend the evenings counting

The leaves that fall, the leaves that remain

Her soul lives flying

a horizon searching

where to turn

Your voice is heard in time

With open arms, with open arms

She lives in your land in mine

In every day, that we are awake

With his blue guitar

sing songs of light

maybe we should listen