¿Dónde Jugarán Los Niños?
Maná
Where Will the Children Play?
The grandfather tells that
As a child he played
Among trees and laughter
And colorful water lilies
He remembers a river
Transparent and odorless
Where fish abounded
They didn't suffer any pain
The grandfather tells
Of a very blue sky
Where kites flew
That he built himself
Time passed and
Our old man has already died
And today I wondered
After so much destruction
Where the hell will the poor children play?
Oh oh oh!
Where will they play?
The world is rotting
There's no place
No place
The earth is about
To split in two
The sky has already broken
The gray tears have already fallen
The sea vomits rivers of oil endlessly
And today I wondered
After so much destruction
Where the hell will the poor children play?
Oh oh oh!
Where will they play?
The world is rotting
There's no place
Where the hell will the poor kids play?
Oh, oh oh!
Where will they play?
The world is burning
There's no place
