Julio Jaramillo & Alma Novaes

 Prayer and sap

Fly in freedom, 

Quench the wings of heaven,

Fly, the world is atheist 

And you, my love, so ageless.

Fly love, fly

Away from the shackles

May the eyes see you 

Be those of the crowds

Fly my crazy bird

That the world wants you to be happy

Don't pay attention to the witches

Wide weird visions

You were not born for the cross.

Come, my dear, flat

That nowhere binds you

Ostracize you between walls

See you on my threshing floor,

To have you by my side

Your heart was born free.

Let no one put a roof over your head

Let no one nest you

You were born to be a poet

Come on baby, fly with me

I beg you, do not tarry

Dust you up, kick up dust

That heaven awaits you in prayer