Alquimia

The story goes that in the turns of the road
There was a group that, gathering springs
Cold winters, full moons, three Marías
Could see the Earth smiling at them

They combed gray hairs with dew caresses
Children's cries, mothers, frogs, fish and river
They were Sacred, fire and light in the meadow
Simple flower for your eyes to see

The leaves of the calendar turn and pass
Iron men name our streets
Wars, massacres, children dying of hunger
Gangster ministers prevail in the headlines

Where are we running, who knows where?
While the jungle is destroyed by man
Tribes violated, conquerors' thefts
Change of century, fasten your seat belts
What a shame, man, the Earth

If someone whispers to you about the turns of life
And gives you the most precious and deepest kiss
It's that group that claims body and soul
Simple flower for the eyes of this world
Alchemy, the carnival