Deja de Llorar, mi Amor

Stop crying now, my love,
mountains and rivers have been the lost paths of the heart.
Stop crying, my love,
today I saw tears trembling in the eyes of the fish.

Stop crying now, my love,
for sometimes storms and water also suffer disappointments.
That's why, my love, stop crying now,
the angel of the breeze has saved a caress for you to calm your pain.

Stop crying now, my love,
the sea has had its wings broken in this winter of hell.
My love, stop crying now,
Poor thing! Look how it has been left without its waves of snow, without its foam.

Stop crying now, my love,
Everything has turned as black as a wedding night without blood, without moon.
Stop crying, my love,
The stars have gone, slowly escaped, fled one by one.

To tell you that she has died
that's why I'm watching over her
while the rain washes away
the sobs in silence.

Machines of pestilence and noise have broken its glass again,
It's just a sunken ship but the dreams of a child
and the worries of a man
went down with it in the same storm... my love.

(Alone)

Stop crying now, my love,
more or less every ten years the same story, the same song.
Stop crying, my love,
once again returning the times of dirty jet and fish hugs.

Stop crying, my love,
the sea meeting, enduring, shouting in the assembly.
My love, don't cry, please wait
as the roof of the tides remains a leaky roof.

The sea has dyed its gray hairs
but soon this trend will pass.
For a century she has been singing
in the world crazy and alone.

Like the man who in his boat searches the sky every night
for his star, which maybe now,
tired of what it sees, tired of so much history
keeps wandering and traveling, like you, lost and alone.

Volunteers of banners, volunteers of hunting.
Volunteers of hunting.
Volunteers of New Year's Eve,
Volunteers of the weekend.

Volunteers of hunting...