Fábula De los Tres Hermanos [English translation]

Of the three brothers, the biggest went away

On the path, to discover and to fund

And never to go wrong or lose his way

He was going awake and watchful on each step

Of so much walking in this position

He never straightened his neck

And walked slave of the precaution

And he got old, willing to go far, with his short vision

An eye that doesn’t look further away doesn’t help the foot

Hear this and tell me, tell me what you think

Of the three brothers, the middle one went away

On the path, to discover and to fund

And never to go wrong or lose his way

He was going awake and watchful at the horizon

But this clever boy could not see

The stone, the hole that was hurting his foot

And he always was rolling round

And he got old, willing to go far, where he didn't reach

An eye that doesn’t look further away doesn’t help the foot

Hear this and tell me, tell me what you think

Of the three brothers, the small one departed

On the path, to discover and to fund

And never to go wrong or lose his way

He held an eye above and another one in the walking

And he walked inside the path, he who had more

Eye on his way and in the future

And when the time came to summarize

His gaze was already lost between being and going

An eye looking at everything doesn't know what it sees

Hear this and tell me, tell me what you think

• Artist:Silvio Rodríguez
• Album:Rabo de Nube (1980)