A Xustiza pola man Lyrics

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.