Sabiéndose De Los Descalzos
Julieta Venegas
Knowing Oneself From The Barefoot
I'm from the barefoot and I'm tired
of the rain that doesn't fall doesn't make me grow
my blood after being drained from me
glows like the sun
I'm from the barefoot and I'm tired
of this color that weighs more than me
my heart detached from my body
keeps beating the same
I'm from the barefoot I have no forgiveness
for having found the pale face
my arms cut by the same hand
today embrace each other helpless
I'm from the barefoot I have no forgiveness
to be one of the barefoot
I'm tired.