Pedro Nadie
Piero
Pedro Nobody
Pedro came with the morning on his back
Thinking of Juana for the nap
He had wheat in his hands from Monday
And a love as pure as the earth
He had wheat in his hands from Monday
And a love as pure as the earth
He savored a mate as long as the wind
My homeland is the furrow, Pedro would say
I'm a peasant from foreign land
I have feet like the old road
I'm a peasant from foreign land
I have feet like the old road
Pedro plowed, Pedro earth
Pedro of Juana
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro drank wine with head bowed
With deep eyes, Pedro would tell
About Juana, about the farm
About the plow, about the misery
About Juana, about the farm
About the plow, about the misery
Pedro plowed, Pedro earth
Pedro of Juana
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro
