Mi Pais

My country is a country
with colorful wings
that some of its painters,
sometimes, paint gray.
However, my country
thinks it's just paint;
a simple prank
of an inexperienced apprentice...
How innocent is my country!

My country is a country
of nest, shade, and aroma,
but sometimes the woodworm
eats it to the root;
However, my country
thinks it's just a wound,
that must heal immediately
without leaving a scar...
How innocent is my country!

My country is a country
with a vocation for being foreign
and sometimes the stranger
leads it by the nose.
However, my country
thinks the path is good,
we must follow the piper
to his happy world.
How innocent is my country!

My country is a country
that its goldfinch song,
the healers changed
for a partridge whistle.
However, my country
still thinks in the meantime
that its song hasn't changed,
just its hue.
How innocent is my country!

I don't know if it's innocence
or extreme conformism
or simply insolence
due to excessive trust.
Before hearing the sentence,
it's better to pay the bail;
when rescuing consciousness,
hope is set free.