He planted his cross where the moon rises
Breeze daughter of the god Wind
blows through mythical ravines
of crystalline waters.
From their chacaras sharing out love
with brother Sun they dance to life.
For the caracolas the sea is infinite.
From beyond the seas, the foreigner
with skin of iron and white heart.
With his feet of ice
he planted his cross where the moon rises.
The Admiral and his three caravels
like birds of ill omen sow seeds of evil.
Their Toledan swords open eternal wounds
red are the chains
blessed by the Roman God.
Poor star of the south your nocturnal innocence
raped at Castilian auctions.
Translated from Spanish by Valeria Baker