A La Vora De La Nit

At the edge of the sea
there is a maiden...
What has become of that sea, what has become of the maiden? It's been a long, long time since we've all been different. If that song was beautiful and that lyric lovely, and that past glorious, we no longer enjoy looking back. 'Who embroidered a handkerchief, it's for the queen...' What have we done with the handkerchiefs that wanted to be flags, what have we done with those colors, what have we done with those queens...? If someone asked me, I would turn my back: we have lost so many things that we must also lose the memory. 'Lalara...' Let's forget old songs that spread sadness. Let's embrace the new voice and brighten the old land. At the edge of the sea now a boy with clean hands has buried the handkerchief deep under the sand. At the edge of the night the day rises...