Como Yo Lo Siento

Don't come to measure the field
With eyes of a stranger
Because it's not as it seems
But as I feel it

I am a thistle of these plains
Reed of those marshes
Ñapindá of those hills
Dark stone of my mountains
And you won't believe if I tell you
That I recently understand it

Under that little tree
I usually brood in silence
How many times I've washed the mate gourds
To get close and know it

It doesn't give wood even for cold
It doesn't give flowers even for healing
And it's a mourning handkerchief
The shadow where I take shelter

It doesn't have a bird friend
But for me, it's a companion

Why mention my old house, look
Look, if it's falling apart
It has endured the harsh Augusts
Of a winter's punch

I saw it, I saw it stay empty
I saw it, I saw it fill with memories
Just to not abandon me
It stands firm against the winds
And with a moon leak
It comes to shatter my sleep

My field keeps things
Stored in its silence
That I gained outside the field
That I lost inside time

Don't come to measure the field
With eyes of a stranger
Because it's not as it seems, but
As I feel it
Its belt doesn't have silver
Not even to pay for my memories