Fire smoke / Humo

FIRE SMOKE

When life is burned away,
when everything is smoke,
a destroying fire
that catches us.

In sadness,
in the embers
of a life fading,
in that smoke
that chokes us.

In the winds
that carry ashes,
in that earth
that withers,
in that shadowed world
where the sun is red,
where everything burns,
even the souls
in the inferno.

Dark times,
fearful times
to fight against evil,
that smoke
that hides the truth.

It is time
to extinguish the fires,
those fires that kill.
It is time to water
the fields
with water
and with light.

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V2

FIRE SMOKE

When they burn our lives away,
when everything is smoke,
a destructive fire
that sets us ablaze.

In sadness,
in the cinders
of a life slipping away,
in that smoke that drowns us.

In the winds that bring us ashes,
in that earth that withers,
in that world in shadow
where the sun is red,
where everything burns,
even the souls
in the inferno.

Bad times,
dreadful times
to fight against evil,
that smoke that hides reality from us.

It is time to extinguish the fires,
those fires that kill.
It is time to water
the fields
with water
and with light.

FIRE SMOKE

When they burn our lives away,
when everything is smoke,
a destructive fire
that sets us ablaze.

In sadness,
in the cinders
of a life slipping away,
in that smoke that drowns us.

In the winds that bring us ashes,
in that earth that withers,
in that world in shadow
where the sun is red,
where everything burns,
even the souls
in the inferno.

Bad times,
dreadful times
to fight against evil,
that smoke that hides reality from us.

It is time to extinguish the fires,
those fires that kill.
It is time to water
the fields
with water
and with light.

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HUMO

Cuando nos queman la vida,
cuando todo es humo,
fuego destructor
que nos prende.

En la tristeza,
en las pavesas
de una vida que se va,
en ese humo que nos ahoga.

En los vientos que nos traen cenizas,
en esa tierra que se marchita,
en ese mundo en sombra
donde el sol es rojo,
donde arde todo,
hasta las almas
en el infierno.

Malos tiempos,
tiempos pavorosos
para luchar contra el mal,
ese humo que nos oculta la realidad.

Es hora de apagar los fuegos,
esos fuegos que matan.
Es hora de regar
los campos
de agua
y de luz.

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