Spanish “The frankness has died”
and the sincerity and the honesty and the confidence
the democracy is decomposing
Do not you smell to corruption?
fala, parla, hitz egiten du, he speaks village …
To the bread, bread and to the wine, wine,
Open them to him for the peace!
to the white bread, to the yellow one,
to the black, to that of loaf,
to that of bar and to the red wine.
To the war, war and vice versa,
close the doors to lime and singing,
Close them! by force
inside and on the outside
to the bread of the guns, to that of the shots,
to that of the famine, to the chunk of bread of the rich ones,
that goes away where it came, it came.
There has an end the love, like the sea,
like loving the same end; to sail.