Las Aguas Turbias Suben Esta Vez

The murky waters
rise this time.

Water springs from the underground
rotting the roots.
And the people from the port city worry
if the rain doesn't stop.
Shelters fill up with evacuees
in gray shacks.
Because the channeling of the waters
cannot be contained.

And soon everything is flooded,
less than tomorrow
and more than ever.

If the southeast storm arrives
pushing towards the river.
Next to the fierce storm,
the end will become evident.
The brave will survive,
the rich will flee.
Before the toilets
regurgitate waste.

I know they will say I'm wrong.
That it's impossible
that it can't happen.
That the ancient prediction
is coming true.
The murky waters.
Rise this time.

Water springs from the underground
rotting the roots.

And the people from the port city worry
if the rain doesn't stop.
Shelters fill up with evacuees
in gray shacks.
Because the channeling of the waters
cannot be contained.

And soon everything is flooded,
less than tomorrow
and more than ever.

I know they will say I'm wrong.
That it's impossible
that it can't happen.
That the ancient prediction
is coming true.

The murky waters.
Rise this time.