El Cantar de Nuva

We are naked trees in the snow
Waiting for the dawn to thaw us
And the most, and the least
Hide some wound under the cold crust

Smiles and hat gestures are exchanged
While the heart sneezes at below zero
Hoping that the day brings us in one hand
The caress of summer

And it turns out that You know us step by step
Every millimeter of fear, every gram of failure
And suddenly you approach our greenhouse
To record a message for us with your carpenter's chisel
And we repeat like the old fisherman: Who will we go to?

We have made progress, our strength is greater today
And we have not managed to alleviate our pain
They watch us for centuries trying to survive
We are gladiators, the motto is to resist

Some live in abundance, others die in solitude
Some laugh and others cry, some rebel, others conform
And they kiss misfortune with luck
Life with death in this eternal search for peace
This cry for freedom

And it turns out that You wait for us every day
And you draw us a thousand landscapes, you hint at melodies
And sometimes you even come by our greenhouse
To record a message for us with your carpenter's chisel
And we feel like the old fisherman: Who will we go to?

Who shall we go to, who shall we go to?
Who shall we go to, who shall we go to?

If not to You, to whom shall we go?
If only you have words of life

To whom shall we go, to whom shall we go?
If not to you, Lord
If only you give life
Only in You is there rest
And if not to You, to whom shall we go?