Pal Que Le Toque
José Larralde
For Whoever It Touches
Who told you, young man, that in the houses
no one will ask where you come from
to walk so well-dressed, puffing out your chest
and turning life into a carnival.
Who told you, that no one notices
that by sending yourself to disgrace
you haven't kept any change
nor do you hide the swagger.
And I don't know if you know, that there are those who know!
that you were born drier than the eye of an axe
and that from louse you rose to leader
trampling on the backs of those who work.
You know for sure! and you don't care
neither about God, nor the ranch, nor the Homeland
not even about the name you misuse
when you sign a mess.
Who told you sir, that back in the houses
they chose you like that to snub
that you forget the sun of your flag
by sending yourself to a starry sky.
You are you, and all the arrogance
that crushes truth and word
How bitter this mate turned out for me!
that even the ice hides in my guts.
