cuando llegaré al bohio

The hut is calling for me. The hut wants to become mine and I feel the urge to go there and find it...
The hut is calling because the hut is not afraid nor ashamed to long for to belong to. It doesn't even need to move away in order to be taken care of. Just let someone know, I'm free to belong to you. Until my materials are carried away by sun, wind, rain and dust, my heart belongs to you and that fills my heart.