El abominable hombre de las nieves

The wind brings me the voice
of some relentless journalist
But I know that my heart
will know where to take me
Photos that are fine
Stains that don't exist, something to believe in
White and belly in the sun
Where I can grow, snow on my feet
I don't need to prove to anyone
if I exist or not, here I am in non-tropical fauna
Sometimes I wonder why
The wind brings me the voice
of some relentless journalist
But I know that my heart
will know where to take me
The sun falls high
And the night closes in on me
Free from pain, I fall like the sun
I fall asleep
I don't need to prove to anyone
if I exist or not
Here I am in non-tropical fauna
Sometimes I wonder why
I wasn't born one day in Tucumán
Or be a Maya super star
And even though it's hard to believe
I'm abominable
Sasquatch
I carry this name through the land
of their fees
Life
my simple and poor life
Moves its sad mental drain