I come from very far away
looking for the blue of the sky
following predicaments I come from very far away
Memories from my childhood that sometimes
leave the soul My Guatemala never forgot.
carried always with me
Tired from running
in times of hunting lifted high
in my flight like a bird that migrates
I come from very far away
looking for the blue of the sky
following predicaments I come from very far away
And how one is clinging to
a piece of land sooner or
later comes the air Burns without truce
Tired from running in
times of hunting lifted high
in my flight like a bird that migrates