Nobodies' Dream (based on a text by Eduardo Galeano) Flea's dream is to buy a dog And the nobodies' dream is to escape From destiny, from history And the nobodies dream that one day, suddenly, miraculously Fortune it will rain, fortune it will pour, but fortune doesn't rain Not yesterday, tomorrow or today And not even in a dizzle does fortune drop from the skies However loud the nobodies' cry Even when their left hand itches and they get out of bed on the right side or start the new year with a new broom Fortune doesn't rain The nobodie's dream is to escape Cos they're nobody's children, owners of nothing Who die their life, who miss their hold, the displaced, the denied, the doomed, the damned Who don't actually exist Who have no language, but dialect No religion, but superstition No art, but handiworks No culture, but folklore Who are not human being, but human ressources Bodies who cost less than the bullet to kill them Who have no face, but hands Who have no name, but numbers Who are no part of history, but miscellaneous news In the local press A flea's dream is to buy a dog And the nobodies' dream is to escape From destiny, from history And the nobodies dream that one day, suddenly, miraculously Fortune it will rain, fortune it will pour, but fortune doesn't rain Not yesterday, tomorrow or today