A day after day,
No bells, no protest. Galicia
gunned down in the gutter
of their ways.
We get another scream.
Lord, what did we do?
"Do not talk loudly
How long will this big funeral?
"Do not cry that can hear.
Today I cry more than those who love Galicia
Thousands of hours of centuries
that it took to make a man! They have to fill
still bloody gutters of teachers and workers.
Mud, blood and tears in the furrows
are the seed.
Sweetly raining.
In viso, surrounds me an eternal night.
I will not have words for my poems.
In viso, surrounds me an eternal night.
I will not have words for my poems.
Unveiled,
early morning walk down a road.
In pazos where the crime plot
wave flags dripping aniline.
There is an air of dead pigeons.
I shudder with fear again.
Lord, this is the man.
All doors are closed.
With nobody can change your smile. In the suburbs
agitated and torn flags.
Leave the city behind.
You know that every day
is a dead man in the gutter
nobody knows yet.
A woman on her husband's body
Cry.
raining. Black
shadow, black shadow!
I know that there is a mystery in our land. Beyond
fog
Beyond the Sea, Beyond
rain
Beyond the Forest.
early morning walk down a road.
In pazos where the crime plot
wave flags dripping aniline.
There is an air of dead pigeons.
I shudder with fear again.
Lord, this is the man.
All doors are closed.
With nobody can change your smile. In the suburbs
agitated and torn flags.
Leave the city behind.
You know that every day
is a dead man in the gutter
nobody knows yet.
A woman on her husband's body
Cry.
raining. Black
shadow, black shadow!
I know that there is a mystery in our land. Beyond
fog
Beyond the Sea, Beyond
rain
Beyond the Forest.
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