El Embudo
La Renga
The Funnel
Come my son today I will talk
About such a everyday topic
That neither you nor your siblings
Have stopped to think about
And it's just out of habit
For being born here
For coming from a root
Marginalized long ago
And silently contemplating
What happens
In the country
Maybe you never thought
That with those two hands of yours
You assist distant payments
Giving light and warmth
That also moves the engine
That runs in the sky and runs the sea
City highways and communications
Without knowing for what reasons
Nobody comes and everything goes
Look at that pipe over there
It's the famous oil pipeline
Where the fruits go away
So to speak in bulk
It will be hard for you to understand
Why our oil
Is industrialized so far away
And the byproduct later
Returns to its land again
God knows why maneuvers
Our gas is piped
In high-pressure pipes
That carry heating
To warm other payments
Don't be surprised
If I tell you that in the gas
There are many more things
With varied properties
That enrich other lands
And impoverish those here
And the national parks
Seem foreign
Because there we are strangers
The natives and locals
And in their colossal forests
It happens that sometimes
The logs that nobody takes
Turn into embers
And they go with cow dung
In the ranches the stoves
And those towers in a row
Holding the cables
Take from our rivers
The best of the energy
It's not my idea
And I don't want to embarrass you
But think about it
What would happen if they gave us
For everything they take
Just enough and nothing more
We continue to be a colony
Of the hen from above
Federalism, a lie
As long as I can remember
There the story is invented
Here it is written in blood
But they come from time to time
And on the eve of elections
To promise solutions
That no longer fool anyone
Let's not talk about heavy water
Royalties, minerals
Nothing comes, everything goes out
Squeezing the milking
The matter is studied
To leave us in mourning
Using any means
They take even from the land
If our sweat were worth
There would already be some sweatduct
