El País
Mi país nunca fue pobre
Otros lo han empobrecido
Con sus palabras de cobre
Y por ellos aprendimos
A negar lo que es posible
En mi tierra, los ladrones
Usan corbatas de seda
Y desde plásticas mansiones
Se reparten lo que aún queda
De pobrezas invisibles
En sus almas impermeables
El dolor de otro es obsceno
Con su lógica infranqueable
Todo injustificable
Lo remiten a los cielos
Los domingos van a misa
Y en sus diarios se publican
Sus hipócritas sonrisas
Perdonados hipotecan
Lo que no les pertenece
Y se casan entre ellos
Para crear a nuevos dueños
Que serán amamantados
Por unos senos trigueños
Que jamás son consultados
En sus palabras de acero
Y en sus almas impermeables
El que es pobre es responsable
Porque nació sin dinero
El dolor de otro es obsceno
Con sus plásticas sonrisas
Y en sus domingos de hielo
Estos dueños de mi tierra
De maldad enriquecidos
Hipotecan a los cielos
El país nunca fue pobre
Otros lo han empobrecido
Y somos todos responsables
Por haberles permitido
El que eructen nuestros sueños
Donde compran si no vendes
Se derrota el que se vende
Te derrotan si te vendes
Nos derrotan si te vendes
Se derrota el que se vende
The Country
My country was never poor
Others have impoverished it
With their words of copper
And because of them we learned
To deny what is possible
In my land, the thieves
Wear silk ties
And from plastic mansions
They distribute what is left
Of invisible poverties
In their waterproof souls
The pain of others is obscene
With their unbreakable logic
Everything unjustifiable
They refer it to the heavens
On Sundays they go to mass
And in their newspapers are published
Their hypocritical smiles
Forgiven, they mortgage
What does not belong to them
And they marry among themselves
To create new owners
Who will be breastfed
By some tanned breasts
That are never consulted
In their words of steel
And in their waterproof souls
The one who is poor is responsible
Because they were born without money
The pain of others is obscene
With their plastic smiles
And in their icy Sundays
These owners of my land
Enriched by evil
Mortgage the heavens
The country was never poor
Others have impoverished it
And we are all responsible
For having allowed them
To belch our dreams
Where they buy if you don't sell
The one who sells is defeated
They defeat you if you sell yourself
They defeat us if you sell yourself
The one who sells is defeated