Nada Mas

Having a ranch and a horse
The pain is lighter.
Of all that I had
Only the memory remains.
Nothing more

I have no accounts with God.
My accounts are with men.
I pray in the open plain
And become a lion in the mountains.
Nothing more

I like to look at the man
Standing on the earth
Like a stone on the summit
Like a lighthouse on the shore
Nothing more

Some people die
To be born again.
And whoever has any doubt
Let them ask Che
Nothing more