Текст песни: A Xustiza Pola Man + перевод

Aqués que ten fama d’honrados na vila

roubáronme tanta brancura que eu tiña;

nin pedra deixaron en dond’eu vivira.

Sin lar, sin abrigo, morei nas curtiñas.

Ó raso coas lebres durmín nas campías;

Meus fillos! Meus anxos! Que tant’eu queria,

Morreron! Morreron coa fame que tiñan!

Fixeronm’un leito de toxos e silvas.

Salvademe, ouh, xueces! Berrei… Toleria!

De min se mofaron, vendeum’a xustiza.

Estonces, cal loba doente ou ferida,

dun salto con rabia pillei a fouciña,

rondei paseniño, ne’as herbas sentian,

i a lúa escondiase, i a fera durmia.

Mireinos con calma, i as mans estendidas,

dun golpe, dun soio! Deixeinos sen vida.

I estonces, estonces compreuse a xustiza:

eu, neles; i as leises, na man qu’os ferira.

The Justice in my Hand

Those who are known to be honest in my village

robbed me everything i’ve ever had;

not even a stone they left where once my home stood.

Without home, without warm clothes i lived on the hay.

On the the ground with the hares i slept in the fields;

My sons! My angels! That i loved so much,

they died! They died, so hungry they were!

The made me a bed of thorn and gorse.

Help me, oh judges! I screamed… madness!

They mocked me, the justice sold me out.

And then, like a suffering wolf, like a hurted wolf,

i jumped and grabbed the sickle,

i crawled silently, not even the grass could feel me,

the moon was hiding and the beast was sleeping.

I looked calmly at them with open hands,

and with one strike, just one, i took their lives.

And then, and then justice was made:

me on them, and the laws in the striking hand.

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