Triunfo agrario

(Triumph)

This is a triumph, mother, but without victory
The latifundium hurts us to the bones
This is the land, father, that you used to tread
My song still doesn't rescue it
And when will be the day, I ask when
That for the barren land they come sowing
All the evicted peasants

We must turn the wind like the taba
He who doesn't change everything, changes nothing!

This is a triumph, mother, of the new time
Being under the earth, broke the silence
This is a triumph, father, of joy
From your dream in seeds, life rises
Life rises up, up to the ear
If the land is female, the land is mine
Where the dawn is born, I sow the day

Alfredo Zitarrosa says: We must turn the time like the taba
Mercedes Sosa says that if the land is fertile