Grítenme Piedras Del Campo [English translation]

I’m like the wind that scurries

around the world;

it moves about so many delights,

but not a single one of them is yours.

I'm like a bird in a cage

caught and drowned by your love.

And even if the cage were golden,

wouldn't stop it from being a prison.

Speak to me mountains and valleys,

cry out to me stones of the field;

whenever in life it’s observed:

a want as I am now wanting,

a cry like I am now crying,

a death, like I am now dying.

At times I feel a sun

and the world no longer matters;

then I wake up laughing;

I am far less than nothing.

In the end, I’m in this world

like a feather in the air;

meaninglessly going through life,

and for that, you are to blame.

Speak to me mountains and valleys,

cry out to me stones of the field;

whenever in life it’s observed:

a want as I am now wanting,

a cry like I am now crying,

a death, like I am now dying.