I have so many brothers
that I can't count all of them!
In the valley, the mountain,
in the Pampas and in the sea.
Each with their jobs,
with their dreams, each.
Forward with hope,
with memories after.
I have so many brothers
that I can't count all of them!
People with the warm hand of friendship,
With a cry to cry
with a prayer to pray.
With an open horizon
that is always beyond.
And the force to search for it,
with tenacity and will.
When it seems closer,
it's time to for it to move further away.
I have so many brothers
that I can't count all of them.
And so we follow, walking,
covered in loneliness.
We lose ourselves to the world,
we return to find ourselves.
And so we remember ourselves
through that distant look,
through the verses we bite into,
immense seeds.
And so we follow, walking,
covered in loneliness.
And in our deaths,
no one is left behind.
I have so many brothers,
that I can't count all of them,
and a beautiful girlfriend
whose name is Liberty!