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Translation
Zamba for not dying
My voice will break the evening
Till the echo of yesterday.
I'm getting lonely in the end
Thirsty and sick of walking.
But I keep growing in the sun,
Alive.
It was the old time the flower,
The fruit wood.
Then the axe started to pound,
Seeing it fall, just rolling.
But the tree will turn green again.
New.
When burns in the sky
The daylight, I leave
I'll go with the darkened skin
Screaming hoarse that I'll return
Dispersed in the air to sing
Forever.
My reason doesn't ask for mercy
It is willing to leave.
I'm not scared of the ritual of death
Just sleeping, getting erased.
A story will remember me
Alive.
I see the field, the fruit, the honey
And these desires of love.
Oblivion can't defeat me
Like yesterday always reaching.
In the child one can return
New.
Diazepan Medina✕
Hernán Figueroa Reyes: Top 3
| 1. | Tendrás un altar |
| 2. | Chacarera del bonito |
| 3. | Sin palabritas |
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