Rojo, Amarillo Y Verde

Singing just to sing, there's no need to sing,
What good is a good voice, if your song is empty,
What good is a good voice, if your song is empty.

Living just to live, there's no need to live,
There must be a reason, you have to fight for it,
There must be a reason, you have to fight for it.

To you, citizen inhabitant of my homeland,
Farmer or soldier, student or industrial worker,
Peasant, provincial and the restless city dweller,
To all your friends, my brothers I say
That we must respect the land we inhabit
If we want to leave our children a tomorrow,
Let's put our shoulder to the wheel and take care of it;
Because it gives us everything and only asks us to love it.

I live and sing to my homeland, because I carry it within me,
Red, yellow and green is the tone of my voice,
Red, yellow and green is the tone of my voice.

Singing just to sing, there's no need to sing,
What good is a good voice, if your song is empty,
What good is a good voice, if your song is empty.

I know that from outside comes the wheat but gringo
With two or three gifts they always want to control us
Imposing conditions with dark intentions,
They lord over its greatness; they say there is poverty,
They would like to have: our jungles, our rivers,
The mountains, and the hills in the imposing highlands.

This my homeland of immense wealth,
That's why outsiders are interested in my land;
Studying the peasant with knowledgeable psychologists,
Go study your grandmother, you bastards
I don't know why the hell they haven't understood until now,
That this land is ours and not for meddlers.

I live and sing to my homeland, because I carry it within me,
Red, yellow and green is the tone of my voice,
Red, yellow and green is the tone of my voice.