Tan Lejos

You look around
now tell me, what can you see?
while the walls rumble
the foreign fire
the bitter gall

open your eyes
and a strong blow to the wall
distorted earth
and more shadows
eroded pillars of yesterday

Nothing of what we built until today
doesn't belong to us, neither does its illusion!
there are only winds and ashes
of our fever, our fire

and a world, far away
separated by two shores
a shining light
a single fall, a single resentment

Ah, times of hatred!
Harvests of blood without sowing!
a clod to lie down
a tool
a soft body to caress

and love help us to chisel
that in this land there is so much to create
Shed the blood from our veins!
It is this world that claims our honey!

and resentment help us remember
that in this world nothing will be the same
Shed the blood from our bodies!
that in this land there is so much to create