Adagio en mi pais [English translation]

In my country, what a grief,

poverty and resentment.

My father says that soon will come

from the bottom of time another time,

and he says that the sun will shine

over a people he dreams

working their green plot.

In my country, what a grief,

poverty and resentment.

You didn't ask for war,

mother earth, I know.

My father says one single traitor

can beat a thousand brave men;

he feels that the people in their immense pain

today refuses to drink clear

fountain of honor.

You didn't ask for war,

mother earth, I know.

In my country we're tough,

the future will tell it.

My people sing a peace song.

Behind every door,

my people is aware,

and nobody will be able

to silence their song,

and tomorrow they'll sing too.

In my country we're tough,

the future will tell it.

In my country, what a warmth

when it begins to get light.

My people say they can read

the fate in their worker hand,

and that there's no fortune-teller or king

that can show them the way

they will walk.

In my country, what a warmth

when it begins to get light.

(In my country we're thousands and thousands

of tears and rifles,

a fist and a lively song,

a burning flame, a giant

screaming: Forward...Forward...!)

In my country will shine,

I know,

the sun of the people will burn

again, illuminating my land.

• Artist:Alfredo Zitarrosa
• Album:Adagio en mi país (1973)