Pedro Nadie
Pedro venía con la mañana a cuestas
Pensando en la Juana para la siesta
Tenía en las manos trigo de lunes
Y un amor puro como la tierra
Tenía en la manos trigo de lunes
Y un amor puro como la tierra
Se saboreaba un mate largo como el viento
Mi patria es el surco, contaba Pedro
Soy campesino de campo ajeno
Tengo los pies como el camino viejo
Soy campesino de campo ajeno
Tengo los pies como el camino viejo
Pedro arado, Pedro tierra
Pedro de la Juana
Pedro de la guitarra
Pedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro de la guitarra
Pedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro tomaba vino cabeza gacha
Con los ojos profundos contaba Pedro
De la Juana, de la chacra
Del arado, de la miseria
De la Juana, de la chacra
Del arado, de la miseria
Pedro arado, Pedro tierra
Pedro de la Juana
Pedro de la guitarra
Pedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro de la guitarra
Pedro nadie, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro Nobody
Pedro came with the morning on his back
Thinking of Juana for the nap
He had wheat in his hands from Monday
And a love as pure as the earth
He had wheat in his hands from Monday
And a love as pure as the earth
He savored a mate as long as the wind
My homeland is the furrow, Pedro would say
I'm a peasant from foreign land
I have feet like the old road
I'm a peasant from foreign land
I have feet like the old road
Pedro plowed, Pedro earth
Pedro of Juana
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro drank wine with head bowed
With deep eyes, Pedro would tell
About Juana, about the farm
About the plow, about the misery
About Juana, about the farm
About the plow, about the misery
Pedro plowed, Pedro earth
Pedro of Juana
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro
Pedro of the guitar
Pedro nobody, Pedro, Pedro