La Saeta
Joan Manuel Serrat
The Arrow
A popular voice says
Who will lend me a ladder to climb to the wood
To remove the nails from Jesus the Nazarene?
Oh, the arrow singing to the Christ of the gypsies
Always with blood on the hands, always to unfasten
Singing of the Andalusian people who every spring
Go asking for ladders to climb to the cross
Singing of my land that throws flowers
To Jesus in agony and is the faith of my ancestors
Oh, you are not my song, I cannot sing nor want
To this Jesus on the wood but to the one who walked on the sea!
