Esta canción es una delicia, JM me la enseñó por primera vez y la escuchamos muy a menudo, siempre con mucho placer. Puesto que estamos en finalización con Bhairavi -que no ha parado de «hacer de las suyas»- y las devatas suelen susurrarme música específica en esta fase, para Bhairavi tengo algo especial. Ahora parecería que soy yo la que le susurro la música a Bhairavi. En fin, Bhairavi y/o yo os invitamos a escuchar algo de música gaiana. Ésta vez de manos de Silvio Rodríguez, cantautor, guitarrista y poeta cubano.

Siempre que puedo, adjunto letra traducida al inglés para el público angloparlante.

RG

The dew drop
fell from the sky,
and in it, my love
washed her face.

But it was so early
that the sun wasn’t rising,
and the hands and cheeks
of my love froze.

I thought that the stars
were going to look for her,
and that on her lovely face
they started to play.

She told me, «I’m cold,
get closer to me, heat,»
and I went with such energy
that I lit up her heart.

And while I kissed her
she told me, trembling,
«This is what was missing
for the sun to rise.»

Oh! dew drop,
don’t stop falling,
so that my love
will always want to have me.

Will always want to have me,
-oh! dew drop-
will always want to have me,
-don’t stop falling-
will always want to have me,
-so that my love-
will always want to have me.