Farrapo Humano

Today, those who see me like this
Ragged, drunk
Can't even imagine
That I was someone in the past
I now live on the streets
Sleep on a park bench
I only find relief
at the counter of a bar
I live like this singing
Even though I'm hungry
I seek in alcohol
to forget my own name
And to no one can I say
I'm so-and-so
For I have already been classified
As a Human Rag!