Fábula de Los Tres Hermanos

Of three brothers, the eldest one left
Along the path to discover and to found
And to never make a mistake or err
He walked awake and attentive to what he was going to step on

Walking in this position for so long
His neck never straightened again
And he became a slave to caution
And grew old, wanting to go far, with his short vision

An eye that doesn't look beyond, the foot doesn't help
Listen to this and tell me, tell me what you think

Of three brothers, the middle one left
Along the path to discover and to found
And to never make a mistake or err
He walked awake and attentive to the horizon as well

But this clever boy couldn't see
The stone, the hole that defeated his foot
And he always ended up rolling
And grew old, wanting to go far, where he didn't reach

An eye that doesn't look more here either
Listen to this and tell me, tell me what you think

Of three brothers, the youngest one departed
Along the path to discover and to found
And to never make a mistake or err
One pupil looked up and the other at the walk

And he walked, inside the path, the most
Eye on the road and eye on what's to come
And when the time came to summarize
His gaze was already lost between being and going

Eyes on everything, he doesn't even know what he sees
Listen to this and tell me, tell me what you think