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Salt Storms

Sés

Tempestades de Sal

Nesta terra que fai testamento
Que acolle os lamentos e anima a olvidar
Infectada de sangue usureiro
Caciques modernos, mecenas do mal
Vivo dentro dun monte de área
Tinguido de brea que non limpa o mar
Coa esperanza de tomar alento
Para ver o momento de nos liberar

Mais aínda seguimos aquí
A aturar tempestades de sal
Resistindo a violência de mans
Desas serpes e cans que nos queren calar
Compañeiras nos soños do Edén
Unha illa no medio do mar
Que iluminan o loito máis negro
Que esquece o desterro e o medo a loitar

Cando as marcas se gravan a ferro
E a dor e a xenreira non deixan sorrir
As penurias van alén da fame
Falta a identidade que axuda a vivir
Só se calma o ruído da raiba
Coa forza que queima na gorxa ao berrar
Queremos curar a fendedura
Olvidar a tristura e voltar comezar

Mais aínda seguimos aquí
A aturar tempestades de sal
Resistindo a violência de mans
Desas serpes e cans que nos queren calar
Compañeiras nos soños do Edén
Unha illa no medio do mar
Que iluminan o loito máis negro
Que esquece o desterro e o medo a loitar

Nesta terra que fai testamento
Que acolle os lamentos e anima a olvidar
Infectada de sangue usureiro
Caciques modernos, mecenas do mal
Vivo dentro dun monte de área
Tinguido de brea que non limpa o mar
Coa esperanza de tomar alento
Para ver o momento de nos liberar

Mais aínda seguimos aquí
A aturar tempestades de sal
Resistindo a violência de mans
Desas serpes e cans que nos queren calar
Compañeiras nos soños do Edén
Unha illa no medio do mar
Que iluminan o loito máis negro
Que esquece o desterro e o medo a loitar

Mais, mais, mais aínda seguimos aquí
A aturar tempestades de sal
Resistindo a violência de mans
Desas serpes e cans que nos queren calar
Compañeiras nos soños do Edén
Unha illa no medio do mar
Que iluminan o loito máis negro
Que esquece o desterro e o medo a loitar

Salt Storms

In this land that makes a will
That welcomes the regrets and encourages forgetting
Infected with usurious blood
Modern bosses, patrons of evil
I live within a lot of area
Dyed with pitch that does not clean the sea
With the hope of catching my breath
To see the moment to set us free

But we are still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those snakes and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the blackest mourning
Who forgets exile and the fear of fighting

When the marks are engraved with iron
And pain and sorrow don't let us smile
The hardships go beyond hunger
The identity that helps to live is missing
Only the noise of anger is calmed
With the strength that burns in the throat when screaming
We want to heal the rift
Forget the sadness and start again

But we are still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those snakes and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the blackest mourning
Who forgets exile and the fear of fighting

In this land that makes a will
That welcomes the regrets and encourages forgetting
Infected with usurious blood
Modern bosses, patrons of evil
I live within a lot of area
Dyed with pitch that does not clean the sea
With the hope of catching my breath
To see the moment to set us free

But we are still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those snakes and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the blackest mourning
Who forgets exile and the fear of fighting

But, but, but we're still here
Enduring salt storms
Resisting the violence of hands
Of those snakes and dogs that want to silence us
Companions in the dreams of Eden
An island in the middle of the sea
That illuminate the blackest mourning
Who forgets exile and the fear of fighting

Escrita por: Sés Maria Xosé Silvar