your curtain, with a naked eye from not far I've shed a tear for you, a flowing fountain Flaming trees I'm lost in fields of your hair From where the hawkwinds kill
your curtain With a naked eye from not far, I've shed a tear for you, a flowing fountain Flaming trees, I'm lost in fields of your hair From where the hawkwinds kill
Tradução: Lanois, Daniel. La Mata, donde Hawkwind.