I look for the firewood in the sun, with my goats I go, things of a dreamer.I look in the grass, little angels of God, things of a dreamer.I give blows of hands, I open my chest in two, things of a dreamer.My destiny is to heal, I knew it before I saw, things of a dreamer.They are here, the saints are, things of a dreamer.Eyes and healing, a little of another color, things of a dreamer.Hail Mary, full of grace, Hail Mary, full of grace.I give blows of hands, I open my chest in two, things of a dreamer.Hail Mary, full of grace, Hail Mary, full of grace.They are here, the saints are, things of a dreamer.Eyes and healing, a little of another color, things of a dreamer.They are here, the saints are, things of a dreamer.Eyes and healing, a little of another color, things of a dreamer.They are here, the saints are, things of a dreamer.They are here, the saints are, things of a dreamer.They are here, the saints are, things of a dreamer.