D icen a sus madres: “¿Dónde hay grano y vino?” Mientras desfallecen como heridos En las calles de la ciudad, Mientras exhalan su espíritu En el regazo de sus madres.
They say to their mothers, Where is corn and wine? when they swooned as the wounded in the streets of the city, when their soul was poured out into their mothers’ bosom.
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