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Digueu-me què

Li han fet al riu

Que ja no canta

Rellisca com un barb

Mort sota un pam

White D'escuma

The riu ja is not the riu

Abans que torni l'estiu

Amagui tot el que és viu

Digueu-me què

Li han fet al bosc

Que no hi ha arbres

A l'hivern

No tindrem foc

Ni a l'estiu lloc

On aturar-nos

The bosc ja is not the bosc

Abans de que no es faci fosc

Ompliu de vida el rebost

Sense llenya I sense peixos, pare

Ens caldrà cremar la barca

Llaurar el blat per les enrunes, pare

I tancar amb tres panys la casa

I deia vostè

Si no hi ha pins

Not fan pinyons

Neither cucs, nor ocells

On no hi ha flors

Not fan abelles

Wax, ni mel

That the camp ja is not the camp

Demà del cel plourà sang

The vent ho sings plorant

Ja sson here

Monstres de carn

Amb cucs de ferro

No, no tingeu por

Digueu that does not

What do I hope

Que estan matant la terra

Deixeu de plorar

That ens have declared war

Tell me what

They have done to the river

Who no longer sings

Slips like a barbel

Dead under a span

White foam

That the river is no longer the river

Before Summer Returns

Hide everything that has life

Tell me what

They have done to the forest

That there are no trees

We will have no fire

Not even in summer site

Where to shelter

That the forest is no longer the forest

Before Dark

Fill the pantry with life

No firewood and no fish, father

We will have to burn the boat

Tilling the wheat among the ruins, father

And close the house with three locks

And you said

If there are no pine trees

No pine nuts are made

No worms, no birds

Where there are no flowers

No wax, no honey

That the field is no longer the field

Tomorrow from heaven will rain blood

The wind sings it crying

They're here

Meat monsters

With iron worms

Do not be afraid

What I hope

That they are killing the earth

Stop crying

That they have declared war on us

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