Llanto AL Mar
Joan Manuel Serrat
Crying to the Sea
Cradle of life, paths of dreams, bridge of cultures (oh, who would have thought...!) has been the sea. Look at it turned into a garbage dump. Look at it going back and forth endlessly. It's hard to believe that life was created in its womb. Oh, who would have thought without shame! Look at it turned into a garbage dump, fatally wounded. The way they plunder and poison it, oh, who would have thought it gives us bread! Look at it turned into a garbage dump. Look at it going back and forth endlessly. Where are the wise and powerful who call themselves (oh, who would have thought!) conservatives? Look at it turned into a garbage dump, fatally wounded. How much abundance, how much beauty, how much energy (oh, who would have thought!) wasted. Out of ignorance, recklessness, unconsciousness, and bad intentions. I wanted to be buried between the beach (oh, who would have thought!) and the sky! And it will be us (oh, who would have thought!) who bury you.