How can you bear the feeling
Of looking into the eyes of what dies in your hands
Seing it struggling in agony along the ocean
An even feel like a winner right then
How is it possible that deep inside
Your heart has no tears in store
To shed over the spilled red
In the blue of the waters you left stained
Your grandchildren will ask you in a few years
For the whales that used to cross oceans
That they saw in old books
Or in the archive movies
Of afternoon television programs
The bitter taste of silence in your mouth
It will take you back to the sea and to the mad rage
Of a tail exposed to the winds
In its last moments
Remembered in a harpoon-shaped trophy
How can you have the courage
Not to let grow life about to be born
In another life without a safe place
Asks you for the chance of future existence
Change course and seek your feelings
It will make you a real winner
It's still time to hear the voice of the winds
In a song that speaks much more of love
Your grandchildren will ask you in a few years
For the whales that used to cross oceans
That they saw in old books
Or in the archive movies
Of afternoon television programs
The bitter taste of silence in your mouth
It will take you back to the sea and the mad fury
Of a tail exposed to the winds
In its last moments
Remembered in a harpoon-shaped trophy
How can you bear such feeling