Silencio de Aloja

To you, who no one has told
that I have sap in my veins
know that when they kill me
every tree feels sorrow,
know that when they kill me for my pain
every tree feels sorrow.

I ask the executioner
if he is fully aware
that he ends my life
and sells it for coins
that he ends my life
and sells this pain for coins.

My name is Algarrobo
I have no brothers left
for my race to give birth again
release the axe from your hand.
for my race to always give birth again
release the axe from your hand.

The collullos will sing
next to my lifeless body
and there will be a silence of aloja
in the empty jugs
and there will be a silence of aloja for my pain
in the empty jugs.

When the executioner looks for me
and only finds my thorn
perhaps he will stay thinking
that my shadow needs,
Perhaps he will stay thinking for his pain
that my shadow needs.

My name is Algarrobo
I have no brothers left
for my race to give birth again
release the axe from your hand.
for my race to always give birth again
release the axe from your hand.