La Tempestad (part. Silvio Rodríguez)

The storm is great, unwilling to clear up
On the ground lie the most severe trunks
The savannah is flooded, the spring became a river
So much rain that has erased the paths

An old map that won't tell us how to get there
Ahead, only a large mud reigns
A walker moves forward and some follow behind
Following the steps of the old man with the hat
Do you know the route by any chance?
Have you passed by before?
Do you know shortcuts and caves?
Tell us everything important
Tell us everything important
Tell us everything you know
Tell us everything you know

Sir: I come from a time of plagues and droughts
But with blood and sweat, the harvest was made
More than what was possible than what was wanted
And here I am, still beating on this date
I don't know the way, only the longings pull me
Towards possible wonders
I go out to walk because I didn't learn to sleep
While in the bag, while in the bag
While in the bag there are seeds

Tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me about the dream you cradle
With what faith will you fill your temple
Of the sweetness your grapes will have
Tell me, you have more time
Tell me, you have more time

The shipwreck is like the captain
And the poet is like his song
And the wheel is like the roads
The sail is like the darkness
Make the storm resemble you
Make the storm resemble you