Preguntan de Donde Soy
Atahualpa Yupanqui
They Ask Where I'm From
They ask where I'm from
And I don't know what to answer
From having nothing so much
I have nowhere to be
One day I'll burn
All the wheat of pain
Then I'll truly have a homeland
And not fields of the boss
They ask where I'm from
And the Indian who falls knows
How much land is his share
Because he recognizes the taste
Of other Indians in his mouth
Under the green countryside
There's a lot of blood in the ground
I know well where I'm going
Without knowing where I come from
And they ask and they ask
And they keep asking me
They ask where I'm from
And I don't know what to answer
From having nothing so much
I have nowhere to be
