Venga mi hijo hoy le he de hablar
de un tema tan cotidiano
que ni usted ni sus hermanos
se han detenido a pensar
y es por costumbre nomas
por haber nacido aqui
por venir de una raiz
marginada de hace tiempo
y comtemplando en silencio
lo que pasa…..en el pais

tal vez nunca medito
que usted con esas dos manos
asiste a pagos lejanos
dandole luz y calor
que tambien mueve el motor
que anda en cielo y anda el mar
autopistas de ciudad y las comunicaciones
sin saber porque razones
nadie viene y todo va

fijese en el caño aquel
es el famoso oleoducto
porque donde se van los frutos
como quien dice a granel
le costara comprender
porque ese petroleo nuestro
lo industrializan tan lejos
y el subproducto despues
vuelve a su tierra otra vez
sabe dios porque manejos

nuestro gas es entubado
en caños de alta presion
que llevan calefaccion
para entibiar otros pagos
no se me quede asombrado
si le digo que en el gas
van muchas cositas mas
con variadas propiedades
que enriquezen otros lares
y empobrecen los de aca

y los parques nacionales
parecieran extranjeros
porque ahi somos forasteros
los nativos y locales
y en sus bosques colosales
sucede que en ocasiones
se convierten en tizones
los leños que nadie saca
y andan con bosta de vaca
en los ranchos los po-pobres

y aquellas torres en fila
sujetando el cablerio
se llevan de nuestros rios
lo mejor de la energia
no es una ocurrencia mia
ni los quiero avergonzar
pero pongasen a pensar
que pasaria si nos dieran
por todo lo que se llevan
lo distinto y nada mas

seguimos siendo colonia
de la gallina de arriba
federalismo o mentira
desde que tengo memoria
haya se inventa la historia
aqui se escribe con sangre
mas vienen de tarde en tarde
y en visperas de elecciones
a prometer soluciones
que ya no engrupen a nadie

no hablemos de agua pesada
regalias minerales
nada viene todo sale
estrujando la ordeñada
la cuestion esta estudiada
para dejarnos de luto
usando cualquier conducto
se llevan hasta la tierra
si nuestro sudor sirviera
ya habria algun sudoructo.

Translated Version

Come my son today I have to talk to you
of such an everyday subject
that neither you nor your brothers
have stopped to think
and it's by custom nomas
for being born here
to come from a root
long-marginalized
and sympathetic in silence
what happens..... in the country

maybe I never meditate
that you with those two hands
attends far-flung payments
giving him light and warmth
that also moves the engine
who walks in heaven and walks the sea
city highways and communications
not knowing why
nobody comes and everything goes

look at that pipe that
is the famous pipeline
because where the fruits go
like who says in bulk
you'll have a hard time understanding
because that oil of ours
they industrialize it so far
and the by-product after
returns to his land again
God knows why you drive

our gas is piped
in high-pressure pipes
who wear heating
to understand other payments
don't be astonished at me
if I tell you that in the gas
there's a lot more little things going
with varied properties
enriching other lares
and those from here impoverish

and national parks
look like foreigners
because there we are outsiders
natives and locals
and in their colossal forests
it happens that sometimes
become panties
the log that no one pulls out
and they walk around with cow's
on ranches the po-poor

and those towers lined up
holding the cordary
they take each other from our rivers
the best of energy
it's not an occurrence of mine
nor do I want to embarrass them
but start thinking
what would happen if we were given
for everything they take
the different and nothing else

we're still cologne
of the chicken above
federalism the lie
for as long as I can remember
history has been made up
here it's written in blood
more come late in the afternoon
and in elections
to promise solutions
that no longer group anyone

let's not talk about heavy water
mineral perks
nothing comes it all comes out
squeezing the milking
the question is studied
to stop mourning us
using any conduit
they take the earth
if our sweat were to serve
there would already be some sweat.