Soles grises y mares rojos

The land is land
and it belongs to some because
just like life
Bread is bread
and it belongs to some because
just like a wound
Gray suns give us light
red seas give us rain, give us rain
In the land, flowers grow without colors
In the land, flowers grow without colors
Who’s stealing the color
of the afternoon sun
from the land?
Who’s painting the stones in their mind
with the color of God?
Gray suns give us light
red seas give us rain, give us rain
In the land, flowers grow without colors
In the land, flowers grow without colors.