El Dolmen De Tella

Underneath the dolmen of Tella
the day sheds its skin like a snake.
The night approaches in small steps,
singing a lullaby for you to fall asleep.
Close your little eyes and dream,
you will see centuries, millennia, and eras pass by.
Past and future play hide and seek,
for time is made of magic and legends
underneath the dolmen, the dolmen of Tella.

Underneath the dolmen of Tella
you can feel the planet spinning and spinning,
just like your little cradle
sways, sways under the stars.
Don't think the Earth spins alone,
that without you doing anything, a new dawn will come;
you too, my child, will make it dawn:
if you don't open an eye, the day won't arrive
underneath the dolmen, the dolmen of Tella.

Underneath the dolmen of Tella
your ancestors left their legacy:
a rich treasure of rocks,
ravines, glaciers, forests, and meadows.
Sleep peacefully, for mama watches over you
and keeps the world for when you grow up.
May not a tree or a single blade of grass be missing
and may the waters flow clean and serene
underneath the dolmen, the dolmen of Tella.

Underneath the dolmen of Tella
the night has shed its snake skin.
The lights of dawn approach,
the gods fall asleep, the men awaken.
The bear of the sky returns to its den,
to the sweet embrace of Mother Earth.
Sobrarbe and my child are waking up,
for the rooster has crowed and another day begins
underneath the dolmen, the dolmen of Tella.