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Forgive Me Uncle Juan

Ali Primera

Perdóneme Tio Juan

Perdóneme tío juan
Pero se ve que no sabe nada
Las cosas que yo lo digo
Se sienten en carne propia

Que en tierra venezolana
El imperialismo yankee
Hace lo que le da la gana

Es que usté no se ha paseado
Por un campo petrolero
Usté no ve que se llevan
Lo que es de nuestra tierra

Y solo nos van dejando
Miseria y sudor de obrero
Y solo nos van dejando
Miseria y sudor de obrero

Los niñitos macilentos
Que habitan allá en los cerros
Mas que vivir agonizan
Entretejiendo sus sueños
Mas que vivir agonizan
Entretejiendo sus sueños

Contésteme tío juan
No se me quede callado
Conteste si no hay razón
En que sigamos luchando

Por echar de nuestra patria
Al yankee que nos la quita
Y al lacayo que lo tapa

Es que usté no se ha fijao
Lo que pasa con el hierro
Nos pagan la tonelada
Por menos de tres centavos

¡vamos a pelear carajo!
O nos quedamos sin cerro
¡vamos a pelear carajo!
O nos quedamos sin cerro

No te dejes engañar
Cuando te hablen de progreso
Por que tu te quedas flaco
Y ellos aumentan de peso
Por que tu te quedas flaco
Y ellos aumentan de peso

Contésteme tío juan
No se me quede callado
Conteste si no hay razón
En que sigamos luchando

Por echar de nuestra patria
Al yankee que nos la quita
Y al lacayo que lo tapa

Es que usté no se ha paseado
Por un campo petrolero
Usté no ve que se llevan
Lo que es de nuestra tierra

Y solo nos van dejando
Miseria y sudor de obrero
Y solo nos van dejando
Miseria y sudor de obrero

Los niñitos macilentos
Que habitan allá en los cerros
Mas que vivir agonizan
Entretejiendo sus sueños
Mas que vivir agonizan
Entretejiendo sus sueños

Forgive Me Uncle Juan

Forgive me Uncle Juan
But it seems you don't know anything
The things I say
Are felt in one's own flesh

That in Venezuelan land
Yankee imperialism
Does as it pleases

Have you not walked
Through an oil field
Do you not see how they take
What belongs to our land

And they only leave us
Misery and the sweat of a worker
And they only leave us
Misery and the sweat of a worker

The emaciated children
Who live up there in the hills
More than living, they agonize
Weaving their dreams
More than living, they agonize
Weaving their dreams

Answer me Uncle Juan
Don't stay silent
Answer if there's no reason
For us to keep fighting

To kick out the Yankee
Who takes it from us
And the lackey who covers for him

Have you not noticed
What happens with iron
They pay us per ton
For less than three cents

Let's fight damn it!
Or we'll be left without a hill
Let's fight damn it!
Or we'll be left without a hill

Don't let yourself be fooled
When they talk to you about progress
Because you grow thin
And they gain weight
Because you grow thin
And they gain weight

Answer me Uncle Juan
Don't stay silent
Answer if there's no reason
For us to keep fighting

To kick out the Yankee
Who takes it from us
And the lackey who covers for him

Have you not walked
Through an oil field
Do you not see how they take
What belongs to our land

And they only leave us
Misery and the sweat of a worker
And they only leave us
Misery and the sweat of a worker

The emaciated children
Who live up there in the hills
More than living, they agonize
Weaving their dreams
More than living, they agonize
Weaving their dreams

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