Agua [English translation]

Water falling from your eyes

masters of insomnia

and the sad tracks

Water flooding your mouth

you spoke badly of memories

of my nights

Water ironing your hair

the best strings

I touched with my hands

Water flooding my mirror

filling my crying face

of stains

Red water arising

from my broken veins

blood that is missing.

Water that becomes white

water that strips you

every morning.

Water that a brooklet drinks

early with birds

and wagtails

Water of the spits

water of sweat

and of toilets

Water that drives crazy

the brave patience

of all my brothers.

Water ironing your hair

the best strings

I touched with my hands

• Artist:Fernando Cabrera
• Album:Buzos azules (1986)