Juan Que No Existe

The land that belonged to Juan
Is no longer Juan's or Pedro's
The water from the spring
Nor the shadows of the hills

However, Juan lives there
Almost better off is a dog
With a bag of flour
He spends the whole winter

Red the evening by the cohirones
Bare the belly of the ravine
The barely shadow of that Tehuelche
Turns to dust on the way to the sun

There goes Juan looking
From the depths of oblivion
For someone who can say
That he was born once

However, he will not find
His hopeful witness
Who cares
About the documents of an Indian

Juan Goke wears a band on his forehead
And some thorn in his heart
He doesn't go down to the town because he doesn't exist
For the owners of reason

The trail that belonged to Juan
Like a guanaco in winter
Got lost in the rocky ground
Along with the faith of his people

However, Juan walks there
He would be better off dead
From his eyes the salt
Covers the entire desert

The wind asks where the man is
Without documents and without forgiveness
Owner of hunger, owner of the wind
Even in his shadow he feels pain

Now is the time to act
For so many absent Juans
Like a rock in the foot
The one who stumbles feels it

Hopefully Juan reaches
With so many years ahead
To know that he is just one more
One more among the people

Red the evening by the cohirones
Bare the belly of the ravine
The barely shadow of that Tehuelche
Turns to dust on the way to the sun...

On the way to the sun... on the way to the sun... on the way to the sun...