En Estos Días
Silvio Rodriguez
In These Days
In these days
All the wind in the world
Blows in your direction
The Big Dipper corrects the tip
Of its tail and crowns you
With the star that guides mine
The seas have twisted
With not a little pain
Towards your shores
The rain draws on your head
The thirst of millions of trees
The flowers curse you as they die
Jealous
In these days
The Sun does not rise, only your face
And in the deaf silence of time
Your eyes scream
Oh, these terrible days!
Oh, the indescribable!
In these days
There is no possible absolution
For man
For the fierce, the beast
That roars and sings blindly
That remote animal
That devours and devours springs
In these days
The Sun does not rise, only your face
And in the silence
Deaf of time your eyes scream
Oh, these terrible days!
Oh, the name they carry!
Oh, how many will leave!
Oh, how many will stay!
Oh, all the things that swell this second!
Oh, these terrible days, murderers of the world
