Tierrita poca
Alfredo Zitarrosa
Little Patch of Land
(Waltz)
Poor and suffering little patch of land
Together we wore each other out
The same furrow burned us both
Poverty brings weeds
I got weeded out
Thistles and thorns you kept giving me
You slipped away little by little
Down the slope
Lying down in the coolness of the ravine
Through that same hill
My life went on
And my lost years are your wounds
Poor and meager little patch of land
I kept killing you
By planting and pulling you out so much
You're like my boss
The companion
Who paid with her life for what she gave us
Poor and beautiful little patch of land
To the east
Humble, wild, and sweet, like your talas
You slipped away little by little
Down the slope
Clutching onto the coolness of the ravine
Through that same hill
My life went on
And my lost years are your wounds
Poor and beautiful little patch of land
To the east
Humble, wild, and sweet, like your talas.
