Del Otro Lao

He took fourteen shots
And an old rusty gun
They took him to the dungeon
For not being authorized
It was of little value that he had
Two children and a stepson

Leather is worthless
Today things have changed
A hare is worth three pesos
And the shot from the sawed-off
Is worth double a bullet
But it's a sure shot

I'm not going to talk about the arrangements
That need to be made in the village
Hunger has customs
That make you accustomed
To flying over the wires
So as not to end up in chains

When there is no work to be found
You have to move like a fish
Slipping among the reeds
With tight breath
Spawning the bitterness
Of stealing a bite

He took fourteen shots
And a broken heart
It used to be different before
The law looked at the fallen
Today, to put something in the pot
You have to be on the other side

The Homeland continues to give birth
To unequal loves
Those who remember forgot
To remember the forgotten
How nice it would have been
If they hadn't let me down