Leñador sin Bosque

I'm a lumberjack born behind the mill.
I had a garden that grew with me.
Years later, black smoke in the sky,
The Inquisition burned my forest
with fire.

In the region of His Majesty,
everyone repeats what the King says,
he gives them water, he gives them wine and bread,
but later he charges them by law.

That's why I live far from the throne and the dragon,
I prefer to be forgotten rather than being a jester.
I'm a lumberjack, a lumberjack without a forest.

I have seen the executioner kill the minstrel
and the heretics trying to escape.
Listen to me, mother, I ask you
before it's too late, let it start raining.

Inquisitors, what will you do to me
if I no longer want to bow at your feet.

I've been a lumberjack since my childhood
and although I don't have a forest
I dream of trees,
I dream of trees.