La Patria Llama

The homeland waits for you, boy
Don't think about it anymore
The homeland doesn't need you to think
This is our Vietnam
For Artigas, who because of the people from Buenos Aires
Ended up in Paraguay gutting horses with the black Ansina
For Varela,
Who never talked about smocks and was always a military man
For the champions of '30 under the command of the marshal
For Alzamendi,
Another soldier who defeated the people from Buenos Aires in their Copa America
For the dulce de leche, the mate, the biscuits,
The button soccer, the bypass
And the Nokia cell phones with plasma screens
And the ringtone of La Cumparsita
For Cacho, who is theirs and never took responsibility
For Cacho's goalkeeper
For the wild dogs that defended the homeland,
Especially China Zorrilla's,
Who wasn't a wild dog but died in the jaws of an Argentine Dogo,
All chewed up as if it were a poor man's dog
For Jeff Granger, who chose to be Uruguayan 20 years ago
And almost knows how to speak Spanish
Because we were, are, and will always be Africa's Switzerland
For the Charrua spirit
For the candombe
Seeing the Indians
Form the squadron and the dark-skinned men prepare their hearts!
(Hold on, you sons of Europeans, we'll go after)
1 2 3 let's go!

The homeland calls me
It's the call of the sea
The homeland calls me
And I'll be ready
If they want war
They'll have war

I do all this
For the magician's smile
No matter the cost
For Punta del Este
When the sun sets
No one will applaud

Rifle on my back
And the saber in my hand!!

The homeland calls you, boy
And if the homeland calls me, here I am
The homeland calls you,
And the homeland only calls once,
At most twice, but on the third time, it drags you by the hair
The homeland doesn't beat around the bush
So you better come, boy
You can't hide under the bed!!!

For the black chief
For the dulce de leche
For Martín García
For Pablo García

For General Artigas
For Cabo Polonio
For this blessed country
That has done so much for me
That has done so much for you
That has done so much for...

You can't hide under the bed
You can't,
Because you have a box spring,
A piece of a cowardly and accommodating bourgeois
Who sleeps in a rich man's bed
Come fight for the homeland damn it