Llora Chíapas

Chiapas cries, blood is raining
Farmers fleeing
Hungry children
A mother suffering,
Confusion is sown
Zapatistas alive,
Merged in shadows
They fight for the cause
Of a forgotten people
The church mediates peace
Among brothers
Not even the bishopric can stop the tornado
A man clings
His name is Marcos
He fights for the children
That God has forgotten
Piece of homeland
They are trampling you
A forgotten people
Chiapas is crying

Chiapas cries, blood is raining
Our indigenous people
Have been forgotten
Rise the harvest
That has been reaped
Hatred and death
Is the result
Of a suffering people,
Of a forgotten people
Blood is raining in Chiapas.