Dicen Que Mi Patria Es
Quilapayún
They Say My Homeland Is
They say that the homeland is
a rifle and a flag
my homeland is my brothers
who are tilling the land.
My homeland is my brothers
who are tilling the land
while here they teach us
how to kill in war.
Oh, that I don't shoot, no
oh, that I don't shoot, no
oh, that I don't shoot at my brothers.
Oh, that I would shoot, yes
oh, that I would shoot, yes
against those who suffocate the people in their hands.
They prepare us for the fight
against the workers
may a bad fate befall me
if I attack my comrades.
The war they fear so much
does not come from abroad
they are strikes just like those
that the miners won.
If my brother rises up
while I am in the barracks
I grab the rifle and the blanket
and head to the mountains with him.
Officers, officers,
you have a lot of courage
we'll see if you are brave
when your day comes.
