And if I told you that even in the middle of a crowd
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Each one, through solitude, has a heart that collapses
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That even flooded by the gazes of those who love us
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We don't always harvest the dreams we sow
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Already, when life comes to dwell
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In those bodies so tiny and lifeless
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She's there like a guardian goddess
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Gathering solitudes by the hundreds
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This Mother Mary, chimera-mother of homeland
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The one who'll come tear life away from us
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The one who, like a child, reaches out her hand to us
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To better wring destiny's neck
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And we cry, yeah we cry over man's fate
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Knowing how, even giants, we're still so small
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The other's hand tangled in ours
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The blue of the sky bluer than everybody else's
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We know that even the most faithful of apostles
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Will end up dying one day or another
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And even friendship meant to last forever
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And even after one or several births
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She's there rushing in to remind us
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That if people unite
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It's just to separate better
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This Mother Mary, chimera-mother of homeland
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The one who'll come tear life away from us
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The one who, like a child, reaches out her hand to us
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To better wring destiny's neck
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And we cry, yeah we cry over man's fate
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Knowing how, even giants, we're still so small
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For, alone as a man, we move on
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Toward the same light, toward the same border
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She'll always come to tear life from us
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As if every happiness had to be punished
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And we cry, yeah we cry over man's fate
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Knowing how, even giants, we're still so small