Metalúrgico

Listen to the rocker arm's heart
I am a metalworker, with its beat
My profession is to tame metals
My hands are worth more than my last name

Industries know my service
Minerals gain strength from me
When it comes to progress and advancement
Science unleashes its wealth in me

I am a metalworker, I demand a roof
And a science that watches over my life
School harmony for my children
Cocoon of my aching blood

I am a metalworker, iron and steel
I am tin, aluminum, bronze, and copper
Sweet alloy of industrial scents
So that the poor world smells better

Not a single instrument or tool
That doesn't bear my tired stamp
It's my social duty, a man's destiny
To live without well-being and rolled-up sleeves

The lathe goes back and forth on its path
The grinding stone sparks can be seen
The guillotine cuts off an arm
And justice closes its pupil