Suela de Alpargata

Espadrille sole that will not give up
Not even for icy waters or crystal nights
Espadrille sole with damp clothes
We must cross the river before daybreak
Espadrille sole charging against the mountain
Among bushes with scratched stones
Espadrille sole in the bowels of the earth
Those who speak softly, those who sleep with the stones

Espadrille sole, always facing the world
With the rifle on their back and the backpack ready
Espadrille sole, lead and persecution
From hill to hill they leave their skin
Espadrille sole through narrow paths
Cornering fatigue and pushing against the wind
Espadrille sole buried with blood
From the support points and the links

Espadrille sole buried with blood
From the support points and the links