En La Plaza de Mi Pueblo
Hinos
In the Square of My Town
In the square of my town
The laborer said to the master
Our children will be born
With a raised fist
This land that is not mine
This land that belongs to the master
I water it with my sweat
I work it with my hands
But tell me, companion
If these lands belong to the master
Why have we never seen him
Working in the fields
With my plow I open the furrows
With my plow I write
Page upon the earth
Of misery and sweat
