Del Gemido de Un Gorrión

From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And a dawn scream
Suddenly had his voice

Lying on the cobblestone
A drunkard drank it
To steal his dreams
That he won with his hands

I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed

Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen

From the lines of his hand
A sparrow flew
And he was building his house
With promises of cardboard

His wife asked him for a child
And the child asked him for love
The three moaned one day
For a better future

I flew with him
I screamed with him
I also dreamed

Bitter taste that has
A moan of pain
My town was moaning
And there were those who did not listen

I flew with him...