No Se Toca

The sun rises over my hill and sheds your splendor
Without metaphor I find myself to sing your pain
And the moon comes to see you, passes by and stays to illuminate
And leaves at dawn alone in its solitude

The prayers that this laboring town prays to you
Go beyond the landscape, they are a song and brown
It's the repeated story, it's pain upon pain
It's Potosí, the memory that in its flag sings

I want you to understand that there are certain things
That are not for sale, that cannot be bought
Freedom, blood, and history
Are simple things that are not touched, no sir!

I grew up under this sky, and my blood waits here
And the children who play here are the purest truth
Don't you see that the beauty of their walk is in danger
On this land that gave so much and can't give anymore

If you take a moment and think
It's as simple as the ground, the air, the wine, and the bread
And if we speak with respect, sanity, and dignity
They poison the water and leave without saying goodbye

I want you to understand that there are certain things
That are not for sale, that cannot be bought
Freedom, blood, and history
Are simple things that are not touched, no sir!

Chilecito rises and in Patquia the Capallan
They cut off the roads to transnational pain
Because the greatest wealth is to live in freedom
This cry of the land clung to its palate

Don't talk to me about progress, wealth, and clarity
Your speech doesn't remember the pain of Andalgalá
Nor of Ongamira nor of Quilpo in solitude
Nor of the wide-open Latin veins

And I've said what I said and as I came, I go
Hoping that this rhythm doesn't bother the boss
From the things that hurt us, my singing comes out happily
This cry becomes a song when it can't take it anymore

I want you to understand that there are certain things
That are not for sale, that cannot be bought
Freedom, blood, history
Are simple things that are not touched, no sir!

Do not touch
Do not touch
The Famatina must not be touched