Sembrar, sembrar

How to leave, how to escape
How to go on without suffocating
The tears
Your card is played
And it has a high price
I refuse to share the prize
Once again, you deny your mark
Betray your innocence
By not seeing, that you leave without memory
The fields your mother harvested
Enola Gay
Don't count on my hands to
Bring down
The forest that turned green
Yesterday
Your womb won't take my skin
Once again
I can swim to another port
To another sea. Another place
Just our dream
A thousand places to sow
Enola Gay...