Un Hombre Desterrado

Because the bitter rains
fill the air with weeping;
death covers our faces
life has turned into a joke.

A banished man
who feels like a stranger to the bread he eats,
a stranger to the air he breathes,
a stranger to the face that looks at him.

A banished man
and that street that fades away
that corner that crumbles
and that square that disappears.

A banished man
and the nostalgia that grips him
and everything far away, with no return
and a today that's strange and foreign.

A banished man.
There’s no limit to the crying,
death has no end
that such an affront cannot bear.

Banished women.
There’s no limit to the crying.
A banished child.
Death has no end.

A banished man.
Now the word is spreading
that mother earth and father sky,
that sister light and brother sea
are dying... they are dying.