Pablo Neruda - The War lyrics

Spain, wrapped in sleep, waking like hair among wheat-spikes, I saw you born, perhaps among brambles and darkness, peasant, saw you rise among oaks and mountains and travel the air with your open veins. But I saw you attacked in the corners by the ancient bandits. They walked masked, with their crosses made of vipers, with their feet mired in the glacial swamp of the dead. Then I saw your body freed from thickets, broken on the bloodied sand, open, abandoned, goaded in agony. Still today the water of your stones flows among the dungeons, and you endure your crown of thorns in silence, to see who lasts longer, your silence or the faces that pa** without looking at you. I lived with your dawn of rifles, and I long for people and gunpowder to shake the dishonored branches again till the dream trembles and the divided fruits are reunited in the earth.