One day the flames of our candles will ignite once again
They will shine like stars in the night sky
One day streams of river flowing into the ocean; will
reverse their flow
And those reversed rivers will rejuvenate our lands with a
spring like no other
Barren lands will bare trees of every kind
The birds of the sky return to our skies
The corn will overwhelm our markets
That no one will starve no more
And that day shall your children sing songs;
Songs to your Gods
Songs to your Goddess
Songs to your friend the Sun
Songs to your lover the Moon
Songs to your foe the Desert- Heat
For nopales will fill the Deserts your grandparents
trespassed
And now you grandchildren must flock across the landscape
Like migratory birds of
You chicks must walk; walk a long walk
Face every affliction of the land as yours
And strive forward like pilgrim seeking his Virgin
For you must find the womb from where your grandparents came
from
And crawl back to that humble origin in your veins
For your life is the flame of our fire
A fire that is unquenchable
No water can drown her
And no sand suffocate it
It burns and burns
As years pass by
As the land is toiled by mauls
So you too must walk
Walk back to your ancestral lands
To the lands where you belong
This fake city with fake people is not yours
Your city has passion and cold winds
Which make the nights bearable?
While the fake city has hot winds; which draw out the life
from your nostrils
And your city has the music of birds
Whereas the fake city dies with the honking of cars and
airplanes
Your city is awakened to food being cooked and its smells
Will that fake city is awakened to routine and boredom that
comes in never-ending cycles
For this reason you must flee; not by night but by day
On the day that the bloodshed is reversed and the rivers
flow once again
Your diaspora ends; and the flourishing of your Zion begins
