Mañana Quizás Sea Tarde

Tomorrow maybe too late and spring may not arrive,
And he writes another letter, hidden in the trench,
And then the school will fly.

Tomorrow maybe too late and the shrapnel reaches her,
And the humanitarian aid
Doesn't reach the town again.

Tomorrow maybe too late, when your neighborhood agonizes
You will seek answers in eyes that no longer live,
Consuming in the fire.

Explain to me who wins when the war ends.
The dead are buried:
Winners, losers, it doesn't matter which side they are from.

Listen, there is still time to make room for those voices
That, on the other side of the wall, you almost always ignore.
Listen, new days will come when hope triumphs
For those who fight unarmed, for those who never have anything.

The south agonizes hungry and charity is not enough.
It looks good, maybe it saves our souls.
What a cheap salvation.

Explain to me who wins when the war ends.
The dead are buried:
Winners, losers, it doesn't matter which side they are from.