Coordenadas GPS (gl – en)

Ilusiónome coa idea de levarte de paseo 
De guiarte pola xeografía escarpada 
Que crearon os ecos dos meus remos

Non aos pozos de suor e aceiro 
Nin ao barranco dos cristais rotos
Tampouco ao vougo pedregal 
Que tiven que cruzar descalzo

As coordenadas gps apuntarían 
Ao territorio onde o amor foi arrolado 

Aí quixera que me acompañaras 
Aínda que algo como unha borrasca
Ameaza con nacerme no peito
De pensar que agora só quede alí: 

Un monte de entullo e terra batida 
Onde había unha fonda fonte fresca 

Ou o desconcerto dunha chatarrería 
En lugar do prado coas vacas pacendo

Gustaríame guiarte ata un outeiro 
De onde sentir a cálidez dos teus ollos 
Nas miñas costas mentres debando a madeixa do día 

Quizais así poderiamos soñar 
Outro manantial, outra herbeira vizosa
Onde os berces abalaran unha nova era 

GPS coordinates

I'm excited about the idea 
Of taking you for a ride 
Of driving you through the rugged geography 
Created by the echoes of my oars

I wouldn't show you the pits of sweat and steel 
or the ravine of broken glass 
or the desolate rocky terrain 
where I had to cross barefoot.

The gps coordinates would point 
To the territory where love was rocked

I would like you to accompany me 
Although something like a storm
It threatens to be born in my chest
If I think that now it just stays there:

A pile of rubble and rammed earth  
Where there was a deep cool spring 

Or the bewilderment of a junkyard 
Instead of the meadow with the cows grazing

I'd like to lead you to a hill 
Where I can feel the warmth of your eyes 
On my back as I weave the day 

Maybe then we could dream 
Of another spring, another lush meadow 
Where cradles would rock a new age