Ni Toda La Tierra Entera
Isabel Parra
Not All the Whole Earth
Not all the whole earth
Will be a bit of my land
Wherever I may be
I will always be a passerby
My daily work
My stars, my windows
Turned into ashes
From night to morning
I can talk, I can laugh
And even start singing
But my eyes cannot
Hold so many tears
Despite what they say
I don't forget, companion
That the bread that feeds me
Will always be someone else's
I wish I could be at my door
Waiting for you to arrive
Everything stayed back in Santiago
My beginning and my end
If I had even
The gift to ask for a yes
I would choose the glory
Of returning to my country
