SONETO II

Amor, cuántos caminos hasta llegar a un beso,
qué soledad errante hasta tu compañía!
Siguen los trenes solos rodando con la lluvia.
En Taltal no amanece aún la primavera.

Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos,
juntos desde la ropa a las raíces,
juntos de otoño, de agua, de caderas,
hasta ser sólo tú, sólo yo juntos.

Pensar que costó tantas piedras que lleva el río,
la desembocadura del agua de Boroa,
pensar que separados por trenes y naciones

tú y yo teníamos que simplemente amarnos,
con todos confundidos, con hombres y mujeres,
con la tierra que implanta y educa los claveles.

SONETO XXV

Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío:
vacilé por las calles y las cosas:
nada contaba ni tenía nombre:
el mundo era del aire que esperaba.

Yo conocí salones cenicientos,
túneles habitados por la luna,
hangares crueles que se despedían,
preguntas que insistían en la arena.

Todo estaba vacío, muerto y mudo,
caído, abandonado y decaído,
todo era inalienablemente ajeno,

todo era de los otros y de nadie,
hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza
llenaron el otoño de regalos.

Abandoned, Pleased, Brainwashed, Exploited

(Tony Kakko)

Wake up my child, hope is here, With the vengeance,
we have no time to bleed, My only world filled with fear.
I never saw the sower of the seed.

Where is the world we had, Who can ever save you and
your little lives, A Child guides a child guided child
A Child is never guilty, But you should not run free…

The Grave is open, let us pray without remorse
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again
Why not look through your fingers what they´ve done
Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone…

Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done
Open your eyes and see, it´s not a dream
You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe
If only we could wake up soon and scream

Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, madness has a reason
Throw money at the problem and it will remain
Your life has no value for them, “violate me(and) this never ends”
My child, I know, will then hate you too”

The Grave is open, let us pray without remorse
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again, tonight
Why not look through your fingers what they´ve done
Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone…

Now, when it seems that we have nothing to believe in
Maybe we should be waiting for the rock to come
For our children soon have nothing they should learn

The Grave is open, let us pray without remorse
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again
Why not look through your fingers what they´ve done
Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone…

Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done
Open your eyes and see, it´s not a dream
You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe
If only we could wake up soon and scream

Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done
Open your eyes and see, it´s not a dream
You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe
If only we could wake up soon and scream