Sin Hijo Ni Árbol Ni Libro

Who helps him go to heaven, please
Who can ensure him the afterlife?
Have mercy on the man who had
Neither child, nor tree, nor book

I know who spent his life cursing
Silently walking old streets
From woman to woman like a beggar
Without child, nor tree, nor book
Without child, nor tree, nor book
Men without history are the history
Grain by grain long beaches form
And then comes the wind and stirs them up
Erasing footprints and names
Without child, nor tree, nor book

I want one day to know that a park ranger
Sat tired on some bench
Poor sand man, peasant
Drunk from the shadows of my street
Without child, nor tree, nor book

Let them say it all one day sometime
When there are no miseries and disasters
Have mercy on the man who didn't have
Neither child, nor tree, nor book

The one who tightened a screw correctly
The one who suddenly said a word
The one who didn't care about being a man
Without child, nor tree, nor book
Without child, nor tree, nor book