A vos Patria

(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