Father, Tell Me,
what have they done to the river, that it no longer sings?
It slips like a dead barbel
under a handspan of white foam.
Father; That the river is no longer the river.
Father, Before the summer comes,
hide everything that is alive.
Father, Tell me,
what have they done to the forest, that now there are no trees?,
In the winter we won't have fire,
nor in summer a place for shelter.
Father; that the forest is no longer the forest.
Father; before it darkens,
fill with life the pantry.
Without limber and without fish, father,
we will have to burn the small boat,
harvest the wheat
between the ruins, father,
and close with three bolts the house,
...and you said, father...
if there are no pine trees
there will be no pine nuts, nor worms, nor birds.
Father, where there are no flowers,
the bees will not give, nor the wax, nor the honey.
Father, that the country is no longer the country.
Father, tomorrow from the sky will rain blood.
The wind sings it crying.
Father, they are here already,
monsters of meat with worms of iron.
Father, no. Do not have fear,
and say that no, that I will wait for you.
Father, That they are killing the earth,
Father. Stop crying,
That they have declared us the war.
Without limber and without fish...