They did not recognize me in the shadows

... That suck away my color in this Passport

And to them my wound was an exhibit

For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs

They did not recognize me,

Ah... Don't leave

The palm of my hand without the sun

Because the trees recognize me

Don't leave me pale like the moon!

All the birds that followed my palm

To the door of the distant airport

All the wheat fields

All the prisons

All the white tombstones

All the barbed Boundaries

All the waving handkerchiefs

All the eyes

were with me,

But they dropped them from my passport

Stripped of my name and identity?

On soil I nourished with my own hands?

Today Job cried out

Filling the sky:

Don't make and example of me again!

Oh, gentlemen, Prophets,

Don't ask the trees for their names

Don't ask the valleys who their mother is

From my forehead bursts the sword of light

And from my hand springs the water of the river

All the hearts of the people are my identity

So take away my passport!