De Mi Pensar

You dreamed of being, but you couldn't
'Cause you didn't have the guts
You let your damn life slip away
Talking about everyone else...

We don't eat our own
We stand firm on this ground
And we keep planting hope
Like Berbel and Aguilar who have already left...

And they're digging up old memories
Who knows what star they're in
And they've gone, and we're still here
To cut through all the wires they've laid down.

Patagonia doesn't want pity, it wants respect
'Cause my blood is still alive on this land
'Cause Roca wasn't the Argentine
In the conquest of the desert.

And the desire to keep following our path has awakened
And to respect the culture that my journey carries with it...