The crow flew over my floor
To sow the ruins and the sorrow,
During long centuries the Yanaconas
He was given the keys to the crown.
For many centuries it was bloody
The soil of the villages that he was violating.
Drilling the farmland
To dig the gold of temperance.
He wiped both hands with my flag
And there was no lack in my homeland who applauded.
Because there are disinventives that by crumbs
They kiss the dirty boot that outrages them.
There are some that swell with great care
Serving the greed of the foreigner.
And others who enjoy themselves with ten dollars
Delivering his town to the military.
A wall I demand with lime and singing
For the People to judge from time to time.
While the aurora arrives late or temparno
executing the American cries.
It came again flying the insatiable sane
Bringing us his endless shadow.
But the inclement day is not far
In which we rise against the sabers
To announce the dawn of the continent.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)