The wind rushes into my suitcase
And on my road there are holes
I've seen so many streets, I've seen so many churches
But the most beautiful were at home

My village is far away, at the other end of the world
And my house is nothing more than a song
Like the snow, my dreams melt
Let's drink, my brothers, the vagabonds

From the Caribbean to the Philippines
I've dragged my carcass all over
But the paths that lead to our hills
Had soft stones for my bare feet

My comrades at the other end of the world
It's only fair, have forgotten me
I send them a dove
Let's drink, my brothers, to their health

The wind rushes into my suitcase
Yet luck has often come
She is very brave, whatever they say
But you should not sleep too much on it

Poverty sometimes lacks charm
But the grass is soft for the unfortunate
No speeches and no more tears
Come my brothers to say goodbye to me

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