Maldigo Del Alto Cielo

I curse from the high sky
The star with its reflection
I curse the tiles
Flashes from the stream

I curse from the low ground
The stone with its outline
I curse the fire from the oven
Because my soul is in mourning

I curse the statutes
Of time with its heat
How deep will my pain be

I curse the lonely
Figure of the flag
I curse any emblem
The Venus and the Araucaria

The trill of the canary
The cosmos and its planets
The earth and all its parties
Because I'm weighed down by sorrow

I curse the wide sea
Its ports and its coves
How deep will my pain be

I curse the moon and the landscape
The valleys and the deserts
I curse the dead for being dead
And the living of the king's entourage

The bird with its plumage
I curse it relentlessly
The classrooms, the sacristies
Because I'm weighed down by pain

I curse the word love
With all its filth
How deep will my pain be

I finally curse the white
The black with the yellow
Bishops and altar boys
Ministers and preachers
I curse them while crying

The free and the imprisoned
The sweet and the quarrelsome
I place my curse on them
In Greek and in Spanish
Because of a traitor
How deep will my pain be