Moraleja
Almafuerte
Moral
I always longed to sing
the native male song of my nation.
To let you know,
to inform you that I too was born.
From the Atlantic to the Andes terrain,
from the green Chaco to the icy Fuegian lands.
Just crazy dreams
of an Argentine gringo.
Pampas of the Ranquel, Comechingón mountains.
Know that whoever sings carries in their blood
the final story of the raid.
And knows the moral:
He who doesn't take, is left behind,
that's why I'm singing it.
Know the moral:
He who doesn't take, is left behind.
He who doesn't take, is left behind,
the damn one who gave birth to him..
For the poor children who are not hungry,
for fate and the appearances of the evil light.
The saving Christ, for the tithing lord.
Here we must save his sins,
and may the Christians and the starving people come.
I always longed to sing
the native male song of my nation.
To let you know,
to inform you that I too was born.
From the Atlantic to the Andes terrain,
from the green Chaco to the icy Fuegian lands.
Just crazy dreams
of an Argentine gringo.
Pampas of the Ranquel, Comechingón mountains.
Know that whoever sings carries in their blood
the final story of the raid.
And knows the moral:
He who doesn't take, is left behind,
that's why I'm singing it.
Know the moral:
He who doesn't take, is left behind.
He who doesn't take, is left behind,
the damn one who gave birth to him.
