Labramos lastrados coa pena
atrás dos vidros tintados
do coche de alta gama
o neno dos ollos tristes
tamén arrastra a súa
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eu, pola miña banda
chego a pensar que son só
o pesadelo dun moribundo
ferido de remorsos
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achégome ao balcón
o frío nas mans que apertan
a varanda de ferro
sitúame de volta no labradío
As far as I am concerned
We plow the land
weighed down with sorrow
behind the tinted windows
of the high-end car
the boy with sad eyes
also drags his own
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I, as far as I’m concerned
come to think that I am only
the nightmare of a dying being
wounded by remorse
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I approach the balcony
the cold in the hands
gripping the iron railing
places me back on the field to plow
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