Maravillas

They have kicked the door fucking
Who are those who come without being called?
What does the father want, looking straight at you?
Who are those speaking loudly?

Someone will remember them in the future
Events that happened in this circle of confusion

Sorrow; the second name of pain
Who are those who come without being called?
I remember now the advice long ago
Not trusting the one who is the envy of the town

Someone will remember them in the future
Those who have silenced in this circle of confusion
In a new song
In the bark of old trees
In the silver water of light
At dusk

They have kicked the door fucking
Who are those who come without being called?
Goodbye to all the sisters and relatives
Goodbye friends and the place where we used to play
Goodbye my beloved homeland

Someone will remember them in the future
Those who have silenced in this circle of confusion
In a new song
In the bark of old trees
In the stars of the riverbank
In Navarre