El Dulce de Leche

He had no idea, he had no awareness
How much he missed the lands of his childhood
The Andes mountain range, paper roosters
The aroma of meat, dulce de leche

He had no idea, some would say ignorance
How much it cost him to be stuck in France
To return to the country, the scent of orchids
Time has not buried, the dulce de leche

He will have to hit the road again
Become French at all costs
Refugee in a drawer
Passing the time, keeping hope
That's what being French is, I doubt

He had no idea, he had no awareness
How childhood wounds can leave a mark
A tear in Paris, a rose for Pinochet
Time has not buried Allende's palace

How he smiled when talking about France
He told his life, his years of silence
The flowered arbors, blood on the pavement
Leaving for elsewhere, dulce de leche

He will have to hit the road again
Become French at all costs
Refugee in a drawer
Passing the time, keeping hope
That's what being French is, no doubt
Dulce de leche

He had no idea, but without arrogance
One can only imagine the paths of wandering
Taking him by the hand, hey friend, here we are
Family, friends, dulce de leche

He will have to hit the road again
Become French at all costs
Refugee in a drawer
Passing the time, keeping hope
That's what being French is, no doubt

He will have to hit the road again
Become French at all costs
Refugee in a drawer
Passing the time, keeping hope
That's what being French is, I doubt