I LIVE IN MY JUNGLE, SO HARD AND SLENDER

IT'S ALL OF IT SAD AND GRAYS ITS DOORS...

AND YOU!!!!MY FRIEND ALTHOUGH BEAUTIFUL YOU SEE IT..

TO YOU I SAY THAT TO HER DO NOT COME ...

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR GREEN FIELDS!!!NOR YOUR LAND,

BEAUTIFUL LAKES, QUIET LANDS....

HERE EVERYTHING IS SAD !!OF INQUIET STREETS, THE DOORS GRISES

AND THAT IS THE NOISE THAT ALL THE FULL!!!

ALREADY!!!! OF YOUR CLOUDS, NEITHER SPEAK TO YOU, I WANTED,

THAT IS THE SMOK, THAT SUN NEITHER ARRIVES

BLACK IS HIS RAIN, THE PLANTS ARE DEAD ...

THE COLD OF IRON, THE BLOOD WE FREEZE

THAT'S WHY, I TELL YOU MY FRIEND OUT!

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR FIELDS !!!

FOR THIS RIGID !!!!

ARTURO HASTIER