El Árbol, El Rio, El Hombre
Al árbol ya cortado
No lo claves en tierra
Porque su copa seca
No engañara a los pájaros
Al río que discurre
No le levantes diques
Porque en el aire libre
Cabalgaran las nubes
Al hombre desterrado
No le hables de su casa
La verdadera patria
Caro la está pagando
El árbol ya cortado
El río que discurre
Y el hombre desterrado
Caro lo están pagando
Tanto vivir entre piedras, yo creí que conversaban.
Voces no he sentido nunca, pero el alma no me engaña
Algún algo han de tener, aunque parezcan calladas
Temblor, sombra o qué sé yo, igual que si conversaran
Ojalá pudiera un día vivir así, sin palabras.
Ojalá pudiera un día vivir así, sin palabras.
El árbol ya cortado
El río que discurre
Y el hombre desterrado
Caro lo están pagando
The Tree, The River, The Man
The tree already cut
Don't stick it in the ground
Because its dry top
Won't deceive the birds
The river that flows
Don't build dams
Because in the open air
The clouds will ride
The exiled man
Don't talk to him about his home
The true homeland
He's paying dearly for
The tree already cut
The river that flows
And the exiled man
They are paying dearly
Living among stones for so long, I thought they were talking
Voices I've never heard, but my soul doesn't deceive me
They must have something, even if they seem silent
Tremor, shadow, or who knows, as if they were talking
I wish I could one day live like that, without words
I wish I could one day live like that, without words
The tree already cut
The river that flows
And the exiled man
They are paying dearly