Qué hacen aquí
estas gaviotas
tan lejos del mar
Qué hacen aquí
entre piedras y rincón
en este río marrón
Qué hacen aqui
tan lejos del mar
Qué hacen aquí
Estos pequeños
Lejos del hogar
Que hacen aquí
Entre hiedras y dolor
En este sucio baldón
Qué hacen aquí
Lejos del hogar
Qué hacen aquí
estos amantes
en este lugar
qué hacen aquí
entre hierbas y candor
en este parque de amor
Qué hacen aquí
lejos de la razón
Lejos del amor
lejos del cielo
como un alma perdida
un sol sin vida
qué hacen aquí estos desvelos
qué hacen aquí sin un consuelo
What are these
seagulls doing here
so far from the sea?
What are they doing here
among the stones and bends
in this brown river?
What are they doing here
so far from the sea?
What are these little ones
doing here
far from home?
What are they doing here
among ivy and sorrow
in this big, dirty bucket?
What are they doing here
so far from home?
What are these lovers
doing here
in this place?
What are they doing here
among the grass and innocence
in this park of love?
What are they doing here
so far from reason?
Far from love
far from heaven
Like a lost soul
A lifeless sun
What are these sleepless ones doing here?
What are they doing here without a hope?
What are they doing
These seagulls down here
so far from the sea?
So why are they here
with pebbles and meander
in this cloudy brown river.
What are they doing
so far from the sea?
What are they doing
These children so small
so far from the home?
So why are they here
among ivy and sorrow
evil men here to pander.
What are they doing
so far from the home?
What are they doing
lovers embracing
in this very place?
So why are they here
blooming green and with candor
ripened in this park of love.
What are they doing
so far from debate?
Far from our loving
far from the heavens
wallowing soul in the depths
a sun without spark.
Bed made, stars counted, but restless abide
Now in my loneliness, none to confide.