Petrolero - La Pegatina

Tres de la mañana, noviembre frío en Galicia

Salen a faenar como cada noche por la ría

Ven como se acerca un gran destructor, una mina

Pero no saben que lo que llevan dentro contamina

Y corrieron

Y rompieron

Y lo hundieron

Y lo hundieron

Costas sin vida se abre otra vez nuestra herida

Nos tiran de nuevo el chapapote por encima

Playas enteras cubiertas de negro, una ruina

Pero no saben que lo que llevan dentro contamina

Y corrieron

Y rompieron

Y lo hundieron

Y lo hundieron

Luego los peces que lloran de burbujas negras

Bañando la arena de agrio color

Humanos suspiran de llanto

Rebientan las manos y dicen adiós a la mar

En qué nos convertirán

Pena severa que rinde a la mar

En qué nos convertirán

Pena severa que ride a la mar

Y corrieron

Y rompieron

Y lo hundieron

Y lo hundieron

Three in the morning, cold November in Galicia

They go out to fish like every night by the estuary

They see how a great destroyer approaches, a mine

But they do not know that what they carry inside contaminates

and they ran

and they broke

and they sank it

and they sank it

Lifeless shores our wound opens again

They throw the chapapote over us again

Entire beaches covered in black, a ruin

But they do not know that what they carry inside contaminates

and they ran

and they broke

and they sank it

and they sank it

Then the fish that cry from black bubbles

Bathing the sand in sour color

Humans sigh with tears

They shake hands and say goodbye to the sea

what will they turn us into

Severe pain that renders to the sea

what will they turn us into

Severe penalty that ride to the sea

and they ran

and they broke

and they sank it

and they sank it