El Mensu

Jungle... night... moon...
sorrow in the yerba

the silence vibrates
in the solitude
and the heartbeat of the mountain
breaks the stillness
with the sad song
of the poor mensú.

Yerba... green... yerba...
in your vastness
I would like to lose myself
to rest
and in your fresh leaves
to find the honey
that soothes the mark
of the cruel whip.

Neike...neike...
the shout of the overseer resonates,
neike...neike...
phantoms of the night that never end.
Bad night
that walks towards the dawn of hope
good day
forged by men of heart.

River... old... river...
that goes down,
I want to go with you
to seek brotherhood,
peace for my land every day more
red with the blood
of the poor mensú.

Neike... neike...etc.

Yerba... green... yerba...