La tierra precursora de mi infancia,
testigo de mis sonrisas y lágrimas
is murdered and no one is going to save it.
with my broken hands I look around me
how everything is in ruins,
everything I loved was destroyed.
Poor you, holy land
You both have been!
What was your foreign securities?
What was your dead writers and poets?
Highlander die in oblivion
disinterest dead minds,
by the death of curiosity
leaving the cat alive.
My dear D. Quixote no longer rides,
no longer seduces Juan Inés
in the ruined convent expected
the rebirth of a nation
was never free,
while Perez plays Master
a requiem for the lost sleep.
testigo de mis sonrisas y lágrimas
is murdered and no one is going to save it.
with my broken hands I look around me
how everything is in ruins,
everything I loved was destroyed.
Poor you, holy land
You both have been!
What was your foreign securities?
What was your dead writers and poets?
Highlander die in oblivion
disinterest dead minds,
by the death of curiosity
leaving the cat alive.
My dear D. Quixote no longer rides,
no longer seduces Juan Inés
in the ruined convent expected
the rebirth of a nation
was never free,
while Perez plays Master
a requiem for the lost sleep.
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