El Árbol, El Rio, El Hombre
Atahualpa Yupanqui
The Tree, The River, The Man
The tree already cut
Don't stick it in the ground
Because its dry top
Won't deceive the birds
The river that flows
Don't build dams
Because in the open air
The clouds will ride
The exiled man
Don't talk to him about his home
The true homeland
He's paying dearly for
The tree already cut
The river that flows
And the exiled man
They are paying dearly
Living among stones for so long, I thought they were talking
Voices I've never heard, but my soul doesn't deceive me
They must have something, even if they seem silent
Tremor, shadow, or who knows, as if they were talking
I wish I could one day live like that, without words
I wish I could one day live like that, without words
The tree already cut
The river that flows
And the exiled man
They are paying dearly
