Entre a Mi Pago Sin Golpear

It was a lot of suffering
Walking far from my homeland
So much running
To get nowhere
I was where I was born
What I was looking for out there
Friendship is gold
That can't be bought or sold
It's only given
When it's felt in the heart
It's not something to be used
Only when it serves you and nothing more
That's how my countrymen
Give in friendship
Their hands are
Bread, cheese, and mate tea
And the flower of humility
Usually perfumes their ranch
Life has been lent to me
And I have to give it back
When the