Doña Ubenza

I'm crying inside,
even though I laugh outside
that's how I have to live
waiting for my death.

I give advantage to the winds,
because I can't fly
until I grab my box
and start to sway it.

My race prays what it will ask for,
there in the mountain of charity
it has no time left, no more to give
prays and prays because it will be.

Sonorous valleys of rocky ground,
stone by stone the wind goes,
erasing traces of my pain
pure silence is my heart.

I cross myself just in case,
in case God exists
and takes me to hell
with all my little sheep.

I don't know if there will be another world,
where souls sigh
I live on earth
working all day long.