La Rosa de Los Vientos

Sometimes I wish to disappear from the map
Return to where I was born, but it's not that easy
It burdens me, the doubt doesn't go away, it's stuck like glue
The weight on my shoulders, Makiza is my cape

Sometimes I wish to have wings like a bird
Fly through time, where Lautaro was
And forget, for a while
That half of my family is far away

There are days when I complain
There are days when I'm fine and calm
There are days when I laugh even at Loyola's belly
Oh! Comadre Lola, if you only knew
What it's like to be divided, not knowing which is your land

Ana la Chola, in the vibe like a mouse without a tail
My mom talked to me about the C.H.I.
Far away over there, where I was born
Where I grew up
And I don't play the foreigner if that's what you believe

Never deny where you come from
Have what you have, come from where you come
Come from Denmark (or Chiloé)
The world is a great Noah's Ark

And if I was born outside, I'm proud
And if I have indigenous blood, even better, because it's beautiful
I'm a globetrotter, without a fixed destination I merge
To the place where I fall down, that's my world!

I'm from the north, from the south, from the west, from the east
A traveler without a destination, without a name, without an ID
A Ulysses without a promised land
I've created my own modern odyssey, baby

I know how to make the path by walking, wanderer
That's why I don't have a representative flag
My name doesn't matter, what I feel is important
Value the person by the quality of their work

And the world is so big and one so small
I only navigate through the compass rose
We are children of the compass rose
We are children of the compass rose
We are children of the compass rose
We are children of...

We are children of the compass rose
We are children of the compass rose
We are children of the compass rose
We are children of...