A Desalambrar

I ask those present
If they haven't stopped to think
That this land is ours
And not of those who have more

I ask if on this earth
You have never thought
That if the hands are ours
What they give us is ours

To unfence, to unfence
That the land is ours, yours and theirs
Of Pedro and María, of Juan and José

If my singing bothers
Anyone passing by
I assure you it's a foreigner
Or an owner of Uruguay

To unfence, to unfence
That the land is ours, yours and theirs
Of Pedro and María, of Juan and José

I ask those present
If they haven't stopped to think
That this land is ours
And not of those who have more

To unfence, to unfence
That the land is ours, yours and theirs
Of Pedro and María, of Juan and José
That the land is ours, yours and theirs
Of Pedro and María, of Juan and José