España Camisa Blanca

Spain white shirt of my hope
Dry history that burns us
Just by getting closer to look at it
Dove looking for more starry skies
Where we can understand each other without tearing each other apart
Where we can sit and talk.

Spain white shirt of my hope
The black sorrow tightens us
Sorrow leaves lead on the wings
I would like to lend a shoulder and I put words
That almost always end up in nothing
When facing the wide sea.

Spain white shirt of my hope
Sometimes a mother and always a stepmother;
Knife, mud, carnation, sword
Death always present accompanies us
In our most everyday things
And in the end makes us all the same.

Spain white shirt of my hope
From outside or inside, sweet or bitter
Smelling of incense, lime, and cane
Who put the unease in our guts
Made us free but without wings
Left us hungry and took away the bread.

Spain white shirt of my hope
Here I am, no one sends me
Loving you so much costs me nothing
You always make us in your image and likeness
The good and bad in your figure
From pilgrim to nowhere.