Como Se Entiende, País
Argentino Luna
How It's Understood, Country
How much sadness, country,
When your children leave
Having to walk around
Far away, looking for bread.
How much irony, country,
I say to myself inside
Begging for bread
Being from the land of wheat.
How it's understood, country,
So much work from us
To make the homeland great
Only to be cheated by others.
How it's understood, country,
That we can't change
This unhappy fate
That doesn't let us move forward.
(spoken)
What's happening, country,
The truth I no longer know,
I do the math correctly
But it comes out wrong.
The poor walk, country,
Stealing from the poor,
The ones at the top kept
What's yours and mine.
They have stolen from us, country,
Trust and hope,
The working people walk around
With empty pockets.
But I stay, country,
I don't want to miss you,
The tango that plays here
I will dance it here.
But I stay, country,
I don't want to miss you,
The tango that plays here
I will dance it here.
