Bajo El Volcán

I want to glide over your stable land
I would like to return to that gentle wind
When I was just a breeze
Remember well, that not being able to see myself
I knew I existed only if I could move you

From almost all my travels
I took several songs of air from there
Memories of trips that tropical seas I acquired

It was after twenty winters
Remember well, due to air pressures
The radial circles began to expand

Meanwhile you, so anchored in your roots
With effort you perceived that I changed my direction
And for the one who sows winds
What is said? You already know
Only when you broke
Only then I realized, it was me

The hurricane of an immense scale
Grown in its arrogance by itself
Made a spiral turn

And that hurricane with the light of icy moons
A thousand meters above the ground
Barely realized it had devastated under the volcano

All thirst to understand any reason, the nonsense
Has left men of science without getting out of their whys

Phenomena of evil, disasters, that come and go
That go, that go, that keep happening
Without reliable warning or preventive measurement

Your land once asleep filled with your lava
We closed airports, diverted planes of forgiveness

There is nothing left in me, only remains that destroy
And my hurricane of a force six scale
A thousand meters above the ground barely
Realized it had devastated under the volcano

Your volcano
Not even the devil himself could do it better

And the hurricane of an immense scale
Grown in its arrogance
By itself made a great spiral turn

And that hurricane wanted to flee from its own being
It went to other cities, convinced that to your islands
It was forbidden to return
It was forbidden to return