Spain, in silence but not asleep…

Absent but not empty… quiet but lecture…

Filled with sad but vibrant hearts,

who applaud their heroes at sunset…

that dawn every day with this new art…

Uncertain uncertainty of certain certainty…

Dark nights of mornings in darkness…

We will soon be able to vibrate again…

To sing, to feel, to daydream again…

Don’t fall asleep my heroic deserted Spain…

We will soon fill your streets…

You will soon stop wiping these stiff tears…