vodka-drinking cowboys

i come from the country
of vodka-drinking cowboys
i come from the country of quiet wives
with blue lanterns under their eyes
i come from that country
and my pace is running
the trains i take are high speed
no car less than a sports car satisfies me

i come from the country
of vodka-drinking cowboys
and their laughter
their stupid jokes and their pain inside
haunts me like columbian visa in my passport
i’m afraid of getting into fight
i carry a knife
i do complicated surgeries from time to time
trying to separate
myself from the country i was born in

the country of vodka-drinking cowboys
does not let me go