Dime dios mio por

Tell me, my god, why do I complain
Why can't I be content
If it bothers me to look up
Why did you give me a low place

For being from below, they despised me
And trampled on my dignity
It's better to have one year of fat cows
Than 100 of dog in any place

Love and money
Are never achieved without risks
If I've lost playing
Today I want to scratch the ground and I will achieve it
Or in battle I die
My god, give me your hand
If you want to see me come back

Those mountains of blue steel
Bring me memories of a great place
And even the winds have reproached me
Because I haven't returned to my land

My hands are empty
And so I can never return
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 I've lost playing and today 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 come back