“¿Dónde jugarán los niños? / The place will the youngsters play?” is the tune that gave its title to the third album by the Mexican rock group Maná. It was revealed in 1992; sadly, the message embedded within the lyrics and the considerations expressed concerning the sustainability of our future are extra related at present. This tune addresses the nostalgia, ache and intergenerational trauma generated by the consequences of air pollution and local weather change.
The tune has three components. First, the tune begins with a recollection of a grandfather’s recollections of rising up in reference to nature.
|“Cuenta el abuelo que de niño él jugó
Entre árboles y risas
Y alcatraces de colour
Recuerda un río transparente y sin olor
Donde abundaban peces
No sufrían ni un dolor
Cuenta mi abuelo de un cielo muy azul
|“Grandfather says that as a baby he performed
Between timber and laughter,
and gannets of color
Bear in mind a clear river with out scent
The place fish abounded, they didn’t endure a single ache
Grandfather tells of a really blue sky
The place he flew kites that he constructed himself”
The following verse is the story’s turning level: the grandfather died, and it implies that along with his loss their future additionally vanished.
|“El tiempo pasó y Nuestro viejo ya murió”||“Time handed and our outdated man has died”|
The tune then closes with the grandchild elevating his voice, denouncing what they’ve misplaced, what was taken from them, and expressing the worry, nervousness and anger over what’s left for the generations to come back, for his or her youngsters, our youngsters.
|“Y hoy me pregunté
Después de tanta destrucción
¿Dónde diablos jugarán los pobres niños?
La tierra está a punto de partirse en dos
¿Dónde diablos jugarán los pobres Niños?”
|“And at present I puzzled, after a lot destruction.
The place the hell will they play?
The poor youngsters?
Oh, oh, oh, the place will they play?
The world is rotting, there isn’t any place anymore
The Earth is about to separate in two
The sky has already been damaged; the gray cry has already been damaged
The ocean vomits rivers of oil incessantly
And at present I puzzled, after a lot destruction. The place the hell will they play?”
Take heed to the total tune right here.
*Be aware: there’s an analogy right here, a connection, to the Cat Stevens’ tune The place do the youngsters play?
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