Volcán - Hijos

Tengo a mano las tijeras y no se cortar

Tanta tela en las cortinas de esas ventanas

No me deja ver

Esa playa blanca donde podré ir a jugar

De cuclillas en la arena y construir un volcán

Que hará erupción

Y su lava, nos lavará toda la piel…

Tengo a mano las cortinas y en las ventanas

Tanta playa se asoma y su inmensidad

No me deja ver, pero…

Algo está cambiando

Algo está brillando en vos:

Es tu corazón…

Y su resplandor, todo arderá…

I have the scissors at hand and I don't know how to cut

So much fabric on the curtains on those windows

won't let me see

That white beach where I can go to play

Squat in the sand and build a volcano

that will erupt

And its lava will wash all our skin...

I have the curtains at hand and on the windows

So much beach looks out and its immensity

It won't let me see, but...

Something is changing

Something is shining in you:

It's your heart...

And his glow from him, everything will burn...