Pena Salada - Sílvia Pérez Cruz

Ómo pesa la tierra

Cómo baja la tierra

Me ahoga

Me entierra

Núria lo mira

Lo mira y gorjea

Desde mi pasado

Doncellita del mar

De madre bien ciega

Que me abre camino

A tierras más altas

Que debe haber intuido

Con bastón y caridad

Con tres vientos

Y uno solo dedo

Pero yo todavía no lo veo

Yo no tengo ni soy nada

Perdona

Perdona Manel

Querido Manelic

Perdida y vendida

Vestida de noche

Miedosa y vencida

Por el blanco sucio y desteñido

Lloro de pena

De pena salada

De Marta agotada

Por el lobo y su pecho

Todo es suyo

La tierra es suya

La casa es suya

Yo no soy tuya

Yo no soy

Yo soy suya

How does the earth weigh

how the earth goes down

It drowns me

buries me

Núria looks at him

She looks at him and gurgles

from my past

sea ​​maiden

From a very blind mother

that opens my way

to higher ground

that he must have sensed

With cane and charity

with three winds

and only one finger

But I still don't see it

I do not have nor am I anything

Sorry

sorry Manuel

Dear Manelic

lost and sold

dressed at night

scared and defeated

For the dirty and faded white

I cry of sorrow

of salty sorrow

Of exhausted Marta

For the wolf and his chest

everything is yours

The land is yours

the house is yours

I am not yours

I am not

I am yours