Borandá

Let's go, borandá
The land has already dried up, borandá
Yes, borandá
The rain hasn't come, borandá
I've made over a thousand promises
I've prayed so many prayers
It must be that I pray quietly
Because my God doesn't hear
It must be that I pray quietly
Because my God doesn't hear
I'm leaving, I'm crying
I'm remembering my place
Yes, borandá
The land has already dried up, borandá
Yes, borandá
The rain hasn't come, borandá
The further I go
The more I think without stopping
That it's better to leave remembering
Than to see everything get worse
That it's better to leave remembering
Than to see everything get worse