Perdóneme Tio 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