Preguntan de Donde Soy

They ask where I'm from
And I don't know what to answer
From having nothing so much
I have nowhere to be

One day I'll burn
All the wheat of pain
Then I'll truly have a homeland
And not fields of the boss

They ask where I'm from

And the Indian who falls knows
How much land is his share
Because he recognizes the taste
Of other Indians in his mouth

Under the green countryside
There's a lot of blood in the ground
I know well where I'm going
Without knowing where I come from

And they ask and they ask
And they keep asking me

They ask where I'm from
And I don't know what to answer
From having nothing so much
I have nowhere to be