Los Dias Felices

Sower the world trembles
And your heart is fed up with misery
If the wolf walks in your harvest
And he teaches you to think, the terror
Leave everything, home and sow
For in your land you will be a God
After the war, I will heal my open wound
With the flour of your peace, sower.

The happy age will be reborn
And a new sun will change
What heavy forgetfulness will overshadow every grudge
It will bring life in its root
The astral fruit of hope
Humanity will flourish with the happy age.

I will let my field sleep
And to my plow, I will ask not to sing
Only then does the grain of a great dream germinate
And through faith, the sun rises
If I go drunk with hatred
Because I am not an angel
Give me your hands
Sufferings but now we are two.

The happy age will be reborn
And a new sun will change
What great forgetfulness will sow every grudge
It will bring life in its root
The astral fruit of hope
Humanity will flourish with the happy age.