Mar de la meua mare [English translation]

If to war I must go with you, you won't go alone.

With your long hair, I'll say to your mother: 'he must get it cut'.

We swore we would never let go

and we would carve our names into the great tree

I'll change my skirts and aprons

for long breeches to cover my legs.

If to war I must go with you,

I don't want to be left alone and widowed.

You don't cheat me as a thief would,

You won't leave here under the cover of the night.

High are the walls, high are the towers,

From atop the tower the sea cannot be seen.

The breaking of the waves has been changed for the plains,

the white sea foam for golden fields of wheat.

Sea of my mother,

Mother of my sorrow,

So far away you are,

So many years have passed.

Sea of my mother,

Mother of my sorrow,

So far away you are,

And I shall never forget.

Not in the worst nightmares, nor my darkest visions,

Could I have imagined the salt in the wound nor how my years could burn my face.

Where are the promises you gave to me?

I only see stones under which the snakes make their home.

To war you go, who knows if you will return.

Perhaps you will remain on the fields of death.

The sprigs of rosemary bathed in blood,

Brave souls that have fed the plains.

My dreams will come apart and be carried away,

Like the seeds of the dandelion on the wind.

Only God knows what the future holds in store,

I hold my hands high and I pray.

• Artist:Mara Aranda
• Album:Mare Vostrum (2015)