The Plague
She was walking with a spade
And she was digging the graves
And filled them with corpses
And covered with roses
People like little scared lambs -
Locked and frightened
Were dying
It seems they were sleeping
No sound were heard
Just upgrowth of graves
It seems they were hiding
From what?
She was walking with a spade
And she was digging the graves
And filled them with corpses
And covered with roses
Silent grave-diggers were dragging
Stark figures -
Dark art of the Plague!
Sullen grave-diggers were covering
With earth corps by corps
Without coffins without tears
She was walking with a spade
And she was digging the graves
And filled them with corpses
And covered with roses
Months were passing and life grew dumb
Trees were trembling like lambs
There were none to bury the last
They all found calm in the dust
Only wind swept their ashes
Only sun burnt their remains
La Plaga
Ella caminaba con una pala
Y cavaba las tumbas
Y las llenaba de cadáveres
Y las cubría con rosas
La gente como pequeños corderos asustados -
Encerrados y asustados
Estaban muriendo
Parecía que estaban durmiendo
No se escuchaba ningún sonido
Solo el crecimiento de las tumbas
Parecía que se estaban escondiendo
¿De qué?
Ella caminaba con una pala
Y cavaba las tumbas
Y las llenaba de cadáveres
Y las cubría con rosas
Los sepultureros silenciosos arrastraban
Figuras rígidas -
¡Oscura arte de la Plaga!
Los sepultureros sombríos las cubrían
Con tierra cuerpo a cuerpo
Sin ataúdes, sin lágrimas
Ella caminaba con una pala
Y cavaba las tumbas
Y las llenaba de cadáveres
Y las cubría con rosas
Pasaban los meses y la vida se volvía muda
Los árboles temblaban como corderos
No había nadie para enterrar a los últimos
Todos encontraron calma en el polvo
Solo el viento barría sus cenizas
Solo el sol quemaba sus restos