Puerto Montt Está Temblando

Puerto Montt is shaking
With a deep-seated anger
It's the end of the world
What I'm witnessing right now
I’m asking God
With a voice like a roar
Why he sent this punishment
Answer me with clarity
I’ve run out of patience
And we need to clear this mess.

My thoughts have gone blank
My eyes aren’t my own
I might lose my senses
At any moment now
My confusion is growing
I’m a poor lost soul
Not even the toughest chain
Would have hurt me this much
Not even the greatest fright
Freezes my veins like this.

I was in the bedroom
On the second floor
When the hail started
From that fierce purgatory
Mirrors and sinks
Are crashing down the walls.
Lord, can’t you
Calm down for just a second?
And he answers angrily:
The nets are for the shark.

There are no words in the world
To explain the truth
No talent, really
To dig deep into this
What a furious wind
What alarming rain
What abundant sorrow
Who can give me the explanation?
Only wise Solomon
But he’s so far away.

I jumped from the center to the door
With great fright in my soul
Begging for some calm
But the shaking just gets worse.
Everything bursts before my eyes
My head is spinning
Seeing the image of Saint Anthony
Saying: let the demon die
Who pretends to be the one praying.

The sea is furious
The ground is shaking
What a bitter life
The sunset brought this
With a growing anguish
I’m asking the Lord
To stop his wrath
Just for a minute
This mourning is dangerous
For the soul and the heart.

So it was, my friends
The sad conversation
That in the midst of that quake
I had with the divine
When the whirlwind passed
Of the final warning
Softly, my resurrected body began to cry
Saying God is angry
With earthly sins.

I cling with both hands
To a strong handle
Floating like a little bell
Or a launched pendulum
What is this, my beloved God?
I said, gritting my teeth
But he responds sharply
To increase the punishment
For the mortal enemy
Of the poor and the innocent.