Calculo haberá cinco mil versos que che contei
Como fora o criarse na fronteira
Alí, naquel territorio agreste
No borde da civilización o tempo
Acadaba a sua maior velocidade
A preguiza era o peor pecado
A natureza decote reclamaba as chaves
Do reino que lle estabamos a roubar
Corrías o risco de ser comesto das silveiras
Así que aprendías a moverte rápido
Envexaba rúas asfaltadas, alumeados públicos
Nin nos xornais, nin nos colexio nos contaban nada
Por iso non existia a conciencia do noso labor
Gañando novos territorios para a humanidade
O noso rabaño en contínua expansión
The speeds of time
I estimate there must be five thousand verses that I have told you
What it was like to grow up on the frontier
There, in that wild territory
On the edge of civilization, time
reached its highest speed
Laziness was the worst sin
Nature always demanded the keys
Of the kingdom that we were stealing from it
You ran the risk of being eaten by the brambles
So you learned to move quickly
I envied paved streets, public lighting
Neither in the newspapers nor in school did they tell us anything
That is why there was no awareness of our work
Gaining new territory for humanity
Our herd in continuous expansion
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