Inside an open furrow I saw germinate
A star of infinite loneliness
And with a basket I saw him water
With water from a stream of darkness
Ah, malhaya, the planting was spoiled
And the water of the stream started to run
The star likes freedom
And to the water of the stream the clarity
The star did not bear fruit, it went to light
And the water of the stream went to take care of you
In a sad hour I wanted to sing
And within my singing I wanted to scream
And inside my scream I wanted to cry
But just singing to shut up
Ah, bad the time I went to sing
Ah, bad the time I went to scream
If screaming he cries to be silent
And my thirsty glass does not reach the sea
Ah, bad the time I went to sing
Ah, bad the time I went to scream
Only among all we can make this a better place :)