Arreando La Tropilla de La Nada

Silly way of searching for words
Throwing disguises and dodges
About a quantity of certain things
Against a quantity of vain things

Silly way of trying to pretend
Smiles with fangs all the time
Believing they enter through the eye
Without realizing that I'm already wise

That I don't even look where the wind comes from
Or if it's night, or if it's clearing
Silly way of passing whistling
To make a noise and listen to it

This way the waits are shortened and the caranchos are scared away
Way of bringing hope to someone
Who will have a mouthful of day
Riding the pair of a cloud

And herding the herd of nothing
Don't tell me anything about nothing
Just stop swallowing anger
It won't relieve me by swirling

Like a puppy on a rotten cow
Don't be afraid, friend, everything passes
God gives each thing the right time
There's no arrangement that will fail one day

Of all creation, the most beautiful, equality
For the one above and the one below
There's no difference between clod and tile
Don't be afraid, you're a man now

Don't let them say you were scared
After all, you lived to die
And know, my son, that's not nonsense
Accumulating habits inside

It's not the same as aging on the outside
I have many memories that breathe
And many others that will be my return
When the flight of some pampa goldfinch

Stops at the age of a ridge
And makes the beak sound against the chest
Of the same grass that awaits me
I have many memories to remember

And many others that are already forgotten
Maybe I won't remember the first ones
And of the others, I remembered them as I lived them
It's not worth counting, some have

And others have had
What can I ask for by will to the sky
Sarcastic of destinies
If I have what I had and I take it with me

The most beautiful thing about living with myself
The life of others who lived
With the same forgiveness and punishments
Without more problem than saying I stay

In the same border where I was born
No one can lift me above another star
That is not from the world I lived in
What more can I ask for by will

And for being voluntary it goes with me
As long as a breath holds me, the draft horse of time
Don't be afraid, my son, it's enough for me
To give a closed 'I do' to what's missing

Without heating up the color of the deck
Don't tremble, boy
He who trembles usually makes life a shroud
One is born a man, lives and ends a man and a half
If necessary, among the crap