Reproches Al Viento (part. Roberto Tapia)

Tell me, my God
Why do I complain?
Why can't I be
Content at all?
It bothers me
To look up high
Why did you give me
Such a low place?

For being from the bottom
They looked down on me
And trampled
My dignity
Better a year
Of fat cows
Than a hundred of dogs
In any place.

Love and money
Are never achieved
Without risks
If I’ve lost at this game
And I want to scratch
The sky, I’m gonna make it
Or I’ll die in the fight
My God, lend me your hand
If you want to see me return.

Those steel-blue mountains
Bring back memories
Of a great place
And even the winds
Have reproached me
For not returning
To my land again.

And my hands
Are empty
And I don’t plan
To come back at all.
I had a dream
That I haven’t achieved
If I don’t make it
I won’t come back anymore.

Love and money
Are never achieved
Without risks
If I’ve lost at this game
And I want to scratch
The sky, I’m gonna make it
Or I’ll die in the fight
My God, lend me your hand
If you want to see me return.