Trágame tierra - Celtas Cortos

Esta mañana

aún no me he levantado y quizás

el viento y el mar

tampoco quieran salir del sueño chungo

en que están

que es la realidad.

El mar esta ahogado

de tanto tragar.

El viento no corre

no tiene alas ya.

Porque el hombre de hoy crece

a lo tonto el chaval,

no necesita el aire,

no necesita el mar,

no necesita el bosque,

con ellos quiere acabar.

Y esta mañana

por fin me he levantado, y quizá

el viento y el mar

se han despertado

y han matado a quien

les quiere matar

y han vuelto a brillar.

Y el hombre esta ahogado

por querer matar

a su propio hermano

el viento y el mar.

Y es que el hombre

de hoy crece

a lo tonto chaval

necesitaba el aire,

necesitaba el mar

necesitaba el bosque

y ahora todo ya da igual.

This morning

I haven't gotten up yet and maybe

the wind and the sea

they don't want to get out of the bad dream either

what are they in

which is reality.

the sea is drowned

from so much swallowing

The wind doesn't run

it doesn't have wings anymore.

Because the man of today grows

foolishly the kid,

he doesn't need the air,

he doesn't need the sea,

he doesn't need the forest,

with them he wants to finish.

and this morning

I've finally got up, and maybe

the wind and the sea

they have woken up

and they have killed who

he wants to kill them

and they have shone again.

And the man is drowned

for wanting to kill

to his own brother

the wind and the sea.

And it is that man

of today grows

silly kid

he needed the air,

he needed the sea

i needed the forest

and now everything is the same.