Los Machetes
Mercedes Sosa
The Machetes
The machetes are coming
Through the sky of the streets
To break their anxiety
Through the sky of the streets
To break their anxiety
The machetes will come
Through the night of the men
Crushing their rhythm
Through the night of the men
Crushing their rhythm
What song will have the sugar
What will the sugar cane want
That the fury of the machete
In the man turns into salt
With a sharp edge of light
Through the lightning of the furrows
The storm of the farm work
Through the lightning of the furrows
The storm of the farm work
The machete is half
Of this executioner's arm
With which I cut non-stop
Of this executioner's arm
With which I cut non-stop
The machetes will come
