La Hora Final
Patricio Manns
The Final Hour
Sometimes the she-wolf gives her milk
and a blue kiss can calm storms
and just the shadow of your hand
can close my sorrows with dreams.
Every now and then in the night sky
crosses a light that scratches the darkness
but it's true
that easy it's not
the deceitful life of the earth.
We must fight to change the world,
we must erase races and wars,
we must cut the hands of those who kill
and defend
once again
the peace of every village on earth,
and defend
once again
the peace of every village on earth.
That's why like this, holding your hand,
I feel dread of what awaits us.
The sword is hanging over the world
and no one sees its shine when it trembles.
I will sow, but I'm not sure
if tomorrow I will have my harvest
if today we are
on a volcano
that will erupt when least expected.
