Paroles et traduction Nahuel Pennisi - La Historia de la Semilla

La Historia de la Semilla

Bajan las nubes y regresan las heridas
A la tierra quebrada de sequia
Y casi moribunda la semilla
Llorando de que han mutilado
A su árbol que la vio nacer

Sola ha quedado en el monte la semilla
La esperanza que lucha por su vida
El hombre con su hacha ha devastado a su paso todo
Y la semilla jura hacia hacerse raíz

Duda porque no entiende
Esa crueldad del hombre actual
Que lo motiva a destruir
Hasta su propio hogar

Ruega que crezca la semilla
Que tenga compasión la vida
Y que perdone y que permita
Que una lluvia caiga y repare
Todo el inmenso dolor que cubre

Con su mano ambiciosa
Que solo pensó en su avaricia
Que no le importaba si mataba
En el deporte a sangre fría
Ruega a Dios que te pueda perdonar este sol

Dicen que huyeron las aves en estampida
Emigrando en busca de otras colinas
La semilla la vio cuando volando surcaban
Todo el horizonte buscando solo sobrevivir

Triste la semilla le pregunto a la tierra
Si sabe si terminará esa guerra
Si podrá algún día salir de esa trinchera
Y ver que su tallo corone de verdor la paz

La vida es un motor que nunca deja de marchar
Y si el hombre se pierde aquí, la vida seguirá, ehh

Ruega que crezca la semilla
Que tenga compasión la vida
Y que perdone y que permita
Que una lluvia caiga y repare
Todo el inmenso dolor que cubre

Con su mano ambiciosa
Que solo pensó en su avaricia
Que no le importaba si mataba
En el deporte a sangre fría
Ruega a Dios que te pueda perdonar este sol

Ruega, ruega, que crezca la semilla
Que tenga compasión del mundo
Ruega a Dios

The Story of the Seed

The clouds descend and the wounds return
To the land broken by drought
And almost dying the seed
Weeping that it has mutilated
To his tree that saw it born

The seed has been left alone in the forest
The hope that fights for its life
Man with his ax has devastated everything in his path
And the seed vows to become a root

It doubts because it does not understand
That cruelty of the present man
That motivates him to destroy
Even his own home

Begs that the seed grow
That life have compassion
And that it forgives and allows
May a rain fall and repair
All the immense pain that covers

With his ambitious hand
That only thought of his greed
That he did not care if he killed
In the sport of cold blood
Begs God that this sun may forgive you

They say the birds fled in a stampede
Emigrating in search of other hills
The seed saw it when flying it furrowed
All the horizon looking only to survive

Sad the seed asked the earth
If she knows if that war will end
If he will be able to leave that trench someday
And see that his stem crowns the peace with green

Life is an engine that never stops marching
And if man loses himself here, life will continue, ehh

Begs that the seed grow
That life have compassion
And that it forgives and allows
May a rain fall and repair
All the immense pain that covers

With his ambitious hand
That only thought of his greed
That he did not care if he killed
In the sport of cold blood
Begs God that this sun may forgive you

Begs, begs that the seed grow
That he have compassion on the world
Begs to God