Todas Las Lluvias

With a couple of walls
there's no one to stop, yeah,
no one to stop:
the great fury,
the sea voice,
the chained elements
hand in hand.

With a couple of logs
no one has been able, no,
no one has been able:
to stop the wind,
to cut its breath,
to make it foreign, wall it in,
to imprison it.

In this hour brothers
let's keep in mind:
that it's not with a drop
that the downpour is made:
that to rain heavily
you need, yeah,
you need:
all the rains
all the rages.

It's not enough with iron
on the windows, yeah,
on the windows,
nor the wounds
that hurt us;
man grows
becomes a seed,
returns as a sheaf.

With a bayonet
it doesn't stop, no,
it doesn't stop:
the mining
of consciousness
the wheel turns,
life burns,
the hour arrives