Lejos de La Ciudad

I come from the hot air that moves the sugarcane
I bring the smell of my people of lemon and orange blossom
I come from walking the water path through the marsh
From the pomegranate and the fig tree for shade to rest
Far from the city

For shade to rest
Far from the city

I come from a furrow in the earth, of blood to sow
From the sweat with which the flower of freedom is watered
I come from a brave town
Of people who fight for bread
With nails and teeth against those others who go
Selling the land they step on
Trying to buy you
And they don't know life
And are slaves of evil

They walk with a fake smile
And hover in the darkness
They don't know where they come from
And even less where they are going

Far from the city
Far from the city
Far from the city
Far from the city
I am from stone paths, from unpaved streets
My grandmother didn't go to school but she learned to fight
She was a war child, that's why she knows more
Than those intellectuals who speak in the capital of
Of the left and of

Progress
Although they pay with currency even for kisses
They go as revolutionaries
Theorize in the foreign
They are part of the problem
Although they refuse to see it and I
Far from the city
Far from the city
Far from the city