Kalera noa ihesi
Oskorri
Running away from the street
I live in the village
among the animals,
I will tell you in verse
what the whole world knows
how I was in the mountain
among the living dead.
I wake up every day
pick cherries and then,
from work to work always
how could I be so low!
Turn to the street
I will join the guerrilla.
If it's about work
the pay is not long,
for being in the high mountains
this is my cave
give me the dawn
so the wind can blow.
Running away from the street
my dirt and all,
I'm not well there either
walking first,
but I couldn't live
as badly as in the village.
Goodbye mountain village,
until the death mountain,
if I have to die, to you
I will return again,
the world is not going well
or you have a big problem.
