Virgen de Las Nieves
Melendi
Virgin of the Snows
The fifth of the eight sisters
Has been burning in flames for a while
It's sweeping away stories, dreams, and skin
Her raw tongue
Hot as lava seeks the sea
And hope drowns in it
Tell me the truth
When will it end
It's a matter of time
Just the touch
In our verb to love
The palm tree is crying
With tears of fire
Dancing with the soul
Of uncertainty
And dressed in fear
Smiles in the bones
Sketch the outline
Of a sincere prayer
Blessed be you
Virgin of the snows
The Moon indifferently contemplates
How insomnia turns
Days into eternal nights
And a naked doubt
Plays at staying perennial
Like a dragon in the minds of its people
Tell me the truth
When will it end
It's a matter of time
Just the touch
In our verb to love
The palm tree is crying
With tears of fire
Dancing with the soul
Of uncertainty
And dressed in fear
Smiles in the bones
Sketch the outline
Of a sincere prayer
Blessed be you
Virgin of the snows
