Semillas

I'm a seed, I my seed
I'm a seed
Adulterated meat, plastic-wrapped
Fruit dyed, with a taste of nothing, all puffed up
The mist of the night, is gas by morning
Spring gets confused, winter deceives
The heat of January, doesn't warm the soul at all
Packaged scents, flowers for the shrink
The cat doesn't meow, the forest is silent
The cloned dog that doesn't bark
The moon sleeps restless, the earth violated
Exile for the farmer, the empty footprint that kills everything
Tail between the legs, the plant laid down
The suicidal bee with honey on its wings
Ice factories, landscapes to exile
When death comes to visit me
There won't be land to bury me
No

Come, seed of the earth, save my life
Holy joy for our flower
Come, seed of life, save my life
No more empty seeds
From the saint of pain
I'm a seed, I my seed
I'm a seed
Flowers that stick in without vases
Fields without holes, bread without every day
The truths in the bones, buckle your seatbelts
Turbulence in the bodies
Doubt doesn't exist in their notebook that I fly
Insomnia of respect, fear in their hands
The sunset, they have won it
The apple doesn't rot, seasons of ten months
No degrees in December, the skin of the earth burns
Acid in the soil, the air tastes like fire
When death comes to visit me
There won't be land to bury me, no
Come, seed of life, save my life
Holy joy for our flower
Come, seed of life, save my life
No more empty seeds from the saint of pain
From the saint of pain