A vos Patria
Alfredo Zitarrosa
To you, Homeland
(Milonga)
Come Homeland and see
how your sons, the men, are leaving.
You ask them where they will go,
let someone tell them they are worth more;
someday they will return.
Come Homeland and see
how loneliness bites them,
-the poor's tooth chews more-
those who endure for you, are
kneading their bread.
Come Homeland and see
what bitter bread they will knead;
they will also invite you
and you are the oven where they will make it
- firewood will not be lacking -.
Homeland, you say it;
what does the one who named you want?
He said
