Reproches Al Viento

Tell me my god why do I deny
Why can't I be content
If looking up bothers me
Why did you give me a low place

Being from the bottom they despised me
And trampled on my dignity
Better a year of fat cows
Than a hundred of dog in any place

Love and money
Are never achieved without risks
If I lost playing
And I want to scratch the sky and I will achieve it
Or in battle I die
My god give me your hand
If you want to see me return

Those steel blue mountains
Bring me memories of a great place
And even the winds have blamed me
For not returning to my land

And my hands are empty
And so I never plan to return
I had a dream that I haven't achieved
If I don't achieve it I won't return

Love and money
Are never achieved without risks
If I lost playing
And I want to scratch the sky and I will achieve it
Or in battle I die
My god give me your hand
If you want to see me return