Pedro Nadie

Pedro Nobody

Pedro Nadie

Pedro came with the morning on his backPedro venía con la mañana a cuestas
Thinking of Juana for the napPensando en la Juana para la siesta
He had wheat in his hands from MondayTenía en las manos trigo de lunes
And a love as pure as the earthY un amor puro como la tierra
He had wheat in his hands from MondayTenía en la manos trigo de lunes
And a love as pure as the earthY un amor puro como la tierra

He savored a mate as long as the windSe saboreaba un mate largo como el viento
My homeland is the furrow, Pedro would sayMi patria es el surco, contaba Pedro
I'm a peasant from foreign landSoy campesino de campo ajeno
I have feet like the old roadTengo los pies como el camino viejo
I'm a peasant from foreign landSoy campesino de campo ajeno
I have feet like the old roadTengo los pies como el camino viejo

Pedro plowed, Pedro earthPedro arado, Pedro tierra
Pedro of JuanaPedro de la Juana
Pedro of the guitarPedro de la guitarra
Pedro nobody, Pedro, PedroPedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro of the guitarPedro de la guitarra
Pedro nobody, Pedro, PedroPedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro

Pedro drank wine with head bowedPedro tomaba vino cabeza gacha
With deep eyes, Pedro would tellCon los ojos profundos contaba Pedro
About Juana, about the farmDe la Juana, de la chacra
About the plow, about the miseryDel arado, de la miseria
About Juana, about the farmDe la Juana, de la chacra
About the plow, about the miseryDel arado, de la miseria

Pedro plowed, Pedro earthPedro arado, Pedro tierra
Pedro of JuanaPedro de la Juana
Pedro of the guitarPedro de la guitarra
Pedro nobody, Pedro, PedroPedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro of the guitarPedro de la guitarra
Pedro nobody, Pedro, PedroPedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro