Ya No Somos Nosotros

(Chacarera)

(Sung by Patricio Manns with José Ortega)

Here where you see us
as owners of the land
to not die of poverty
we spend our lives in war.

We are poor, we are rich,
no one knows what we are.
With the sorrows of my land
the pepper trees bloomed.*

Damn! they barely shout
that there's metal in the field,
the gringo comes from the north,
digs it out and leaves a hole!

Damn! I barely shout
that I feel like a liberator,
they change my clothes
for those of a prisoner.

The land had my grandfather,
had my father and my mother
and the son born from them
has no one to bark at him.

I defend my right
which is not the right of another,
but damn! I'm seeing
that we are no longer us.

We are no longer from this valley,
we are no longer from this mountain
and everything one works for
goes away, you know where.

Chacarera, chacarera,
chacarera of my land,
I can't get rid of this plague
no matter how hard I try.

* In the album