Reproches Al Viento

Tell me my god
Why do I deny
Why as it is
I can't be
If it bothers me
To look up
Why did you give me
A low place

For being from below
They despised me
And trampled
My dignity
Better a year
Of fat cows
Than a hundred of dog
Anywhere

Love and money
Are never achieved
Without risks
If in playing I have lost
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
Because to my land
I haven't returned

And it's because my hands
Are empty
And like this I don't plan
To return ever
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 playing I have lost
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