Cielito Del Calabozo

Sky, sky that's right,
Sky of the dungeon,
Where they've put us
To satisfy our craving.

Sky, sky that's right,
I keep the craving
Because I have plenty of reasons
And because I'm Uruguayan.

Sky, noble sky,
Sky of Bartolomé;
He's been singing for a century
And we not even a month.

Sky, Saint Peter's sky,
With the keychain in hand,
Go and lock up the rich one,
He was never our brother.

Sky, hell and sadness
When the hours are cold,
Singing to the new man
Everything is faith and joy.

Sky, sky in the night,
Sky of memory,
Son, mother, and companion
Will know how to continue the story.

Sky, sky that's right;
Sky of San José;
Not the Virgin Mary's:
Imagine which one it is.

Sky of the drum,
I hear the homeland out there,
I feel everyone coming together
As if Artigas were returning.

Sky of the uniform
That's not a matter of rank;
Underneath the appearance
There may be a heart.

Sky, and if there are no hearts
We'll make them ourselves,
With guitar or without guitar,
With lock or without lock.

Sky, very good night
For soon it will be a good day;
The longer the wait,
The more beautiful the joy.

Sky, sky to sleep,
The clock has struck nine and serene,
Black sky, war sky
And then a new sky.