Sabiéndose de los descalzos

I'm from the barefooted
and I'm tired of the rain that doesn't fall,
it doesn't make me grow.
My blood after
being drained from me,
warms up like the sun.

I'm from the barefooted
and I'm tired of
this color
that weighs more than me.
My heart
separated from my
body already,
keeps beating the same.

I'm from the barefooted,
I have no forgiveness for having found
pale-faced.
My arms cut
by the same hand
embrace each other today,
abandoned.

I'm from the barefooted,
I have no forgiveness,
from the barefooted,
to be, me,
I'm tired,
I'm tired...