Sirva Otra Vuelta Pulpero

Serve another round, grocer.
I'm not a pig.
I'm a creature with no home.
Who goes dragging
sorrows and joys.
And in this sharing
the bad ones are winning.

Serve another round, grocer, let's see.
For my peers from the settlement.
Who are carrying the weight today,
before the law as undocumented.
In lands won from the State,
where the military always
comes to beat us.
Then it's the children who pay.
Instead of a little glass of milk,
a little glass of water.
That is truly sad.

Serve another round, grocer, let's see.
I have marked the land.
And I will continue to do odd jobs,
to be able to build it.
There will never be a tighter squeeze
than living with dignity in poverty.
Then with the neighbors,
we will make a school canteen.
There will no longer be street children,
who will run the same fate as their parents and grandparents.
That is truly sad.

Then it's the children who pay.
Instead of a little glass of milk,
a little glass of water.
That is truly sad.

Serve another round, grocer, let's see.
This is the last one.
I am a convinced man.
That what one has, one must earn it.
That's why, with eleven families,
we have once defeated the State.
That is truly sad.
For those who have no home.
That is truly sad.
Not even a place to drop dead.