El Extranjero (Corregido)

A boat in the port awaits me
I don't know where it will take me
I'm not seeking greatness
I just want to heal this sadness

I leave and don't think about returning
Nor am I saddened by what I leave behind
I only know that what remains for me
I can carry in a single pocket

I feel at home in America
In Antigua, I would like to die
Similar feelings arise in Africa
Asila, Esauira, and the Riff

But wherever I go, they call me the foreigner
Wherever I am, I feel like a foreigner

I also miss my homeland
Even though I truly love it
But my heart advises me
Nationalisms that scare me

Neither homeland nor flag
Nor race nor condition
Nor limits nor borders
I am a foreigner

Because wherever I go
They call me the foreigner
Wherever I am
I feel like a foreigner

Because wherever I go
They call me the foreigner
Wherever I am
I feel like a foreigner