I hear music in the rushing wind. Ever let it whisper, let it sink right in? Through the echo of a long lost friend? The lesson is unfolding in the painting of the wind. Corre la voz que dice despertar! Open the vents to let a little light in, a little light in It slowly heats the ground and lets the dust move again. Remember where you came from remember where you've been; We all start somewhere but we end up all the same. Corre la voz que dice despertar! Aloja en el alma y no dejes separar. Words are wasted quickly in the pa**ing of the day. You have to listen closely just to hear just what I say. Lost in translation all I have is dreams. I wake up with a hunger to taste just what I see. Corre la voz que dice despertar! Aloja en el alma y no dejes separar. Corre la voz que dice desperatr! Aloja en el alma y no dejes separar.