Padre

Father, tell me what they've done to the river that it no longer sings
It slips like a dead fish under a layer of white foam
Father, the river is no longer the river
Father, before summer comes back, hide everything that has life

Father, tell me what they've done to the forest that there are no trees
In winter we won't have fire, nor in summer a place to take shelter
Father, the forest is no longer the forest
Father, before it gets dark, fill the pantry with life

Without firewood and without fish
Father, we'll have to burn the boat
Grow the wheat among the ruins, father
And lock the house with three locks, as you said
Father, if there are no pines, there are no pine nuts, no worms, no birds

Father, where there are no flowers, there are no bees, no wax, no honey
Father, the field is no longer the field
Father, tomorrow blood will rain from the sky
The wind sings it while crying

Father, they're already here
Flesh monsters with iron worms
Father, no, don't be afraid, say no, that I'm waiting for you

Father, they're killing the land
Father, stop crying, they've declared war on us