Juan Antonio Cortés

I come from a land where the sun never sets,
surrounded by the sea and scorching wind.
I was born with nothing, so I owe you nothing,
just some more details about the people I found,
that I found.

My name is Juan Antonio Cortés.

There are people who are born and live in solitude,
die on a pedestal, no one will cry for them.
There are people who live lost and worthless,
and people who live begging once again,
once again.

Everyone dreams, I do too.

There are people who fight for an ideal,
carrying flags that the wind will sweep away.
There are people who aspire to be something more
without knowing that their time has ended.

I never gave in,
everyone calls me Juan Antonio Cortés,
here I was born and here I will die.

There are people who die trying to find
what destiny did not provide them.
People with malice, people without malice
while the world keeps turning without stopping,
without stopping.

I never gave in,
everyone calls me Juan Antonio Cortés,
here I was born and here I will die.

I am already old, you see me now
and I leave you with my blessing,
I will write my epitaph in blood
and from my hole I will bid you farewell with good wine,
bid you farewell,
farewell.