Plateado sobre Plateado [Huellas en el Mar] [English translation]

I saw the moon dripping endlessly,

its cathedral light

and an old ship crossing the sea from South America to Europe

over a salt-filled mirror

Aeroplanes cut the cellophane

of a tropical sky

opening trails to carry

to the exile or back

those who couldn't stand it anymore

Traces on the sea,

blood in our home

Why do we have to go so far away to be here,

to be here?

We stayed because of faith,

we left because of love

We won something and something left

Some children are now parents

and some traces are now skin

Traces on the sea,

blood in our home

Why do we have to go so far away to be here,

to be here?