He had no idea
He was not aware
How much he missed
The lands of his childhood
The Andes Cordillera
The paper kites
The smoked meat
The milk jam

He had no idea
We will say unconsciousness
How much it cost him
To be stuck in France
Join the country
The smell of the orchid
Time has not buried
El dulce de leche

He will have to hit the road again
Become French, no matter the cost
Refugee in a drawer
We pass the time, we keep hope
Is this what it means to be French? I doubt it

He had no idea
He was not aware
How much can mark
The wounds of childhood
A tear in Paris
A rose for Pinochet
Time has not buried
The Allende palace

How he had smiled
Talking about France
He told his life
His years of silence
The flowered arbors
The blood on the pavement
The departure for elsewhere
El dulce de leche

He will have to hit the road again
Become French, no matter the cost
Refugee in a drawer
We pass the time, we keep hope
Is this what it means to be French? I doubt it

He had no idea
But it's without sufficiency
We can only imagine
The paths of wandering
Taking him by the hand
Hey, friend, we're here
Family, friends
The milk jam

He will have to hit the road again
Become French, no matter the cost
Refugee in a drawer
We pass the time, we keep hope
Is this what it means to be French? I doubt it

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