ESP/ING - Hive Open Week #68 | ¿Dónde jugarán los niños? - Maná (Cover) by @MoisesSenior
Hello dear friends, today I bring you my version of the song "Where will the children play" by the Maná group for the challenge #HiveOpen Week 68. The message of this great song is painful, since we many times mistreat the planet, that which it has given us so many things. The more we neglect the land in which we live, the fewer places children will have to have fun, to be what they are: children.
Not only the life of the planet is at risk, the lives of all of us are. I call on conscience, that we be more cautious and collaborate in the construction of a better place, where pollution is reduced and we can breathe pure air, the one that feeds our lungs to continue living.
I hope you like my version.
Greetings and a hug for everyone.
LETRA
Cuenta el abuelo que de niño él jugó
Entre árboles y risas, y alcatraces de color
Recuerda un río transparente y sin olor
Donde abundaban peces, no sufrían ni un dolor
Cuenta el abuelo de un cielo muy azul
En donde voló papalotes que él mismo construyó
El tiempo pasó, y nuestro viejo ya murió
Y hoy me pregunté, después de tanta destrucción
¿Dónde diablos jugarán
Los pobres niños?
¡Ay, ay, ay!
¿En dónde jugarán?
Se está pudriendo el mundo
Ya no hay lugar
No hay lugar
La tierra está a punto de partirse en dos
El cielo ya se ha roto, ya se ha roto el llanto gris
La mar vomita ríos de aceite sin cesar
Y hoy me pregunté, después de tanta destrucción
¿Dónde diablos jugarán
Los pobres niños?
¡Ay ay ay!
¿En dónde jugarán?
Se está pudriendo el mundo
Ya no hay lugar
¿Dónde diablos jugarán
Los pobres nenes?
¡Ay, ay, ay!
¿En dónde jugarán?
Se está partiendo el mundo
Ya no hay lugar
LYRICS
Grandfather tells that as a child he played
Between trees and laughter, and colored gannets
Remember a transparent and odorless river
Where fish abounded, they did not suffer a single pain
Grandfather tells of a very blue sky
Where he flew kites that he himself built
Time passed, and our old man already died
And today I asked myself, after so much destruction
Where the hell will they play
The poor children?
Ay ay ay!
Where will they play?
The world is rotting
There is no place
There is no place
The earth is about to split in two
The sky has already been broken, the gray crying has already been broken
The sea vomits rivers of oil incessantly
And today I asked myself, after so much destruction
Where the hell will they play
The poor children?
Ay ay ay!
Where will they play?
The world is rotting
There is no place
Where the hell will they play
The poor babies?
Ay ay ay!
Where will they play?
The world is breaking
There is no place
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