¿Donde jugarán los Niños? [English translation]

My grandfather says that he used to play as a child

among trees, laughs and coloured Calla lillies

he remembers a transparent river with no odour

teeming with fish which didn’t have any pain

My grandfather speaks of a very blue sky

in which he ran kites made by him

Time went by and the old man died

and today, after so much destruction I wonder

where the hell will those poor children play?

Oh oh oh, where will they play?

The world is decaying, there’s no more room

the earth is about to split it two

The sky has broken, a grey crying has broken out

the sea is vomiting rivers of oil incessantly

and today, after so much destruction I wonder

where the hell will those poor kids play?

oh oh oh, where will they play?

The world is breaking, there’s no more room

• Artist:Maná
• Album:¿Dónde Jugarán los Niños?