Pobreza Por Pobreza

My backlands are fading away
In this life that devours it
On the trails, you only see good people leaving
But the road won't have my foot to punish
My arid land is drying up
And with it, I will dry up
Why leave me in the world if I don't even know if I'll make it
To turn into a roadside cross
I prefer to be a cross around here
At least the ground that is mine
Will fertilize my body
At least the ground that is mine
Will fertilize my body
If sick without remedy, remedied it is
Born and raised here
I know where the thorn leads
Poverty for poverty
I'm poor anywhere
The hunger is the same hunger that overwhelms me
And the hand is always the same that keeps exploiting me
And the hand is always the same that keeps exploiting me
If sick without remedy, remedied it is
Born and raised here
I know where the thorn leads
Poverty for poverty
I'm poor anywhere
The hunger is the same hunger that overwhelms me
And the hand is always the same that keeps exploiting me
And the hand is always the same that keeps exploiting me
And the hand is always the same that keeps exploiting me