White cloud that is in the sky,
you come from my town and today you are here,
tell me how my parents are,
if you saw my children walking around,
yes My wife is crying because she has not heard from me,
Tell her that this bleeding from my hands
is everything for them and their future.
Oh white cloud,
cloud without borders,
you who are in heaven today I want to ask you a small favor!
Oh white cloud,
tell them that I love them,
and that despite the time and this cruel distance
I will soon see you!
(and although they say that borders separate people, there is something that they can never separate:
Our Hearts)
If my wife is crying
because she has not heard from me,
tell her that this bleeding from my hands
is everything for them and their future.
(chorus)
(Thanks to Andrés for this letter)

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