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