Milonga de Andar Lejos

How far away is my homeland
And yet, how close it feels
Or is there a place out there
Where our bloodlines intertwine?

So much distance and journey,
So many different flags
And the poverty's the same
The same men are still waiting.

I want to tear up my map,
Create a map for everyone,
Mixed folks, black and white,
Draw it shoulder to shoulder.

The rivers are like veins
Of a body stretched out wide,
And the color of the earth
Is the blood of the fallen.

We’re not the outsiders
The outsiders are them;
They’re the merchants
And we’re the slaves.

I want to break this life,
Like I wish to change it,
Help me, my friend;
Help me, don’t delay,
For a single drop may seem small
But with another, it becomes a downpour.