I come from far away
Looking for blue sky
following predicaments
I come from far away
Memories from my childhood
Sometimes leave the soul
My Guatemala is never forgotten
it is always carried with me
Tired of running
In times of hunting
lifted high in my flight
like a bird that migrates
I come from far away
Looking for blue sky
following predicaments
I come from far away
And like one sticks to
a piece of land that
sooner o later comes
the air burning without truce
Tired of running
In times of hunting
lifted high in my flight
like a bird that migrates