Triunfo Agrario

Agrarian Triumph

This is a triumph, mother
But without victory
It hurts us to the bone
The large estate

This is the land, father
That you used to tread
Still, my song
Does not rescue it

And when will be the day
I ask when
That for the barren land
They come sowing
All the evicted peasants

We must turn the tide
Like flipping a coin
He who doesn't change everything
Doesn't change anything

This is a triumph, mother
Of the new era
Of being under the ground
Broke the silence

This is a triumph, father
Of joy
From your dream in seed
Life rises

Life rises up
Up to the ear of corn
For if the land is fertile
The land is mine
Where the dawn is born
I sow the day

We must turn the tide
Like flipping a coin
He who doesn't change everything
Doesn't change anything