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Ismael Serrano Miscellaneous , look for memories
to cling to so as not to fall asleep.
The sea is restless, it is a storm, I lament
Who could launch a thousand angels from the sky?
Who could throw a thousand angels from the sky?
br/>and hear your screams, white handkerchiefs
cover its waters, the wind brought them
send a wave to take away
the traitors who sowed so much death.
Ships and castaways hear their voices
they tell them: never, never forget our names
tell the mothers that somewhere
where it is needed we continue fighting.
Mother, your son has not disappeared
mother, I found him walking with you.
I see him in your eyes, I hear him in your mouth
and in every gesture of yours he names me
him I see in my struggles and accompanies me
among the flames of each new battle
they guide my hands, their strong hands
towards the future until victory always
they guide my hands, his strong hands
towards the future until victory always.