El Olvidao

From your stick I am the son of your leather
I am the forgotten one in the piggy bank of time
The one who stood up putting his chest out
I am a wild worker flower of foams
When the train leaves, I look at the Moon on the tracks
Thinking maybe my homeland will find fortune
My stomach swelled when they distributed
They don't remember me, they say they never saw me
That I'm not from here, that I'm beyond remedy
I am the forgotten one, the same one who one day
Stood up swallowing earth and saliva
I walk towards the Sun to heal the wounds

I am a wound looking for the wage
Standing teacher, taking care of white fledglings
Who will mature illuminating your homeland
I am the one left in the middle of the shacks
Wacho of the fia'o with mate and invented stew
Hunger and rebellion were growing in my hands
I don't want more, I want what is mine
To the rigged mallet, I will twist destiny
Get up coward because here an Argentine sings
I am the forgotten one, the same one who one day
Stood up swallowing earth and saliva
I walk towards the Sun to heal the wounds