Nube Blanca

White cloud that is in the sky,
You come from my town and today you are here,
Tell me how my parents are doing,
If you saw my children walking around,
If my wife is crying because she hasn't heard from me,
Tell her that this bleeding from my hands
Is all for them and their future.

Oh white cloud,
Cloud without borders,
You who are in the sky today I want to ask you a small favor!
Oh white cloud,
Tell them I love them,
And that despite the time and this cruel distance
I will see them soon!

(and although they say that borders separate people, there is something that they can never separate:
Our hearts)

If my wife is crying
Because she hasn't heard from me,
Tell her that this bleeding from my hands
Is all for them and their future.