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