La Bronca de Painefil

Dawn breaks before the sunrise
Shouldering the country
When talking about the homeland
I saw a tear in his eye
Saying the lake is no longer the same
Painefil told me
And the hill is now fenced
Can't climb anymore...

But if the hill was ours
The river and the lake too
Today we're left only with the wind
They couldn't sell it...

Come, countryman, to my ranch
Can't miss it
A sky-blue and white mast
And a flag too
Every day of the year
You can see it waving
The door will be open
And if you like, come in...

In the language of my people
I'll tell you the story
Of my father, my grandfather
Of their race and their glory
Of the winter snow
Of the people with no memory
Who come and promise
Not to forget Patagonia...

They speak with a smooth tongue
That seems like another language
As if our beautiful Patagonia
Were another land
And they forget that its rivers
Their wildness belongs to it
And that it's the energy
Of the light that shines on them
And when winter comes
And is harsh on my people
They take away all the warmth
That springs from our land
And they forget about those men
Who are also Argentinians
Who give their lives down south
In the oil wells
That's why I'm angry
Haunted by memories
Of when the lake was the lake
Embracing the sky
And the river singing below
Its song of freedom
And the hill had no fence
And the condor could nest
Today we're left only with the wind
They couldn't sell it
Patagonia, you're my land
I'll defend you
If I have high cheekbones
And this color in my skin