Pobre De Mí
Antonio Orozco
Poor Me
Trying to write
What two cats might think
Lying next to me
With their ivory smile
And their green-blue eyes.
Poor me, poor me.
Trying to write
The reason for the mild air
That transports me to that reading
Where the things of knowledge
Sleep in ink and waiting.
Poor me, poor me.
I will write and tell you
The new dawn I hope for
I will translate and explain to you
The thoughts of silence.
I will write and tell you
The new dawn I hope for
I will translate and explain to you
The thoughts of silence.
Poor me, poor me.
Nothing to discover
In the sea of human disaster,
Where things are not going well
Where the forests and knowledge
Are withering away.
Poor me, poor me.
I will write and tell you
The new dawn I hope for
I will translate and explain to you
The thoughts of silence.
I will write and tell you
The new dawn I hope for
I will translate and explain to you
The thoughts of silence.
Poor you, poor you,
Poor me, poor me.
