Tus Puas Agudas

I can see in front of me
A beautiful great landscape
Full of splendor
With abundant fruits
Aromas and flowers
Ripe wheat
Fresh grass
Endless spring
And I can't stop looking

And I am standing
On wormless land
There are only dead roots
And in my loneliness
Sadly I know that
The sower is not in me
Who once left
When I saw your splendor

And the foolishness that the unconscious harbors
Makes me forget...
Those sharp thorns that surround you
Reason for my fear and my distance
Because I know this time the pain may be greater
Opening old scars
Bleeding
And I want to look and I want to cross
Unwillingly and I can't forget
I just hope that my intelligence returns
That sower who once left
When I saw your splendor

And the foolishness that the unconscious harbors
Makes me forget...
Those sharp thorns that surround you
Reason for my fear and my distance
Because I know this time the pain may be greater
Opening old scars
Bleeding
And I want to look and I want to cross
Unwillingly and I can't forget
I just hope that my intelligence returns
That sower who once left
When I saw your splendor
When I saw your splendor