Chacarera Del Olvida'o

I am from your stick
Son of your leather
I am the forgotten one
From the piggy bank of time
The one who stayed standing
Putting his chest out

I am a working flower
Wild with foam
When the train leaves
I look, on the tracks, at the moon
Thinking: Maybe
My town will find fortune

My stomach swelled
When they distributed
They don't remember me
They say they never saw me
That I'm not from here
That I'm beyond help

I am the forgotten one
The same one who one day
Stood up
Swallowing earth and saliva
I walk towards the sun
To heal the wounds

I am a wound
Looking for the wage
Teachers standing
Taking care of white fledglings
That will mature
Illuminating this land

I am the one who stayed
In the middle of the shacks
Orphan of the feast
With mate and improvised stew
Hunger and rebellion
Were growing in my hands

I don't want more
I want what is mine
To the rigged deck
I want to twist destiny
Get up, coward
For here an Argentine sings

I am the forgotten one
The same day that one day
Stood up
Swallowing earth and saliva
I walk towards the sun
To heal the wounds