Qué Saco Rogar Al Cielo

What good is it to beg the sky,
if they’re gonna bury me in the ground,
the earth gives me food,
the earth makes me sweat.

What good is it to sweat so much
and eat so little and nothing,
if my land isn’t my land,
and the sky is just the sky?

Wherever I put my hands,
flowers and roses bloom,
they bloom and bloom,
but my hands can’t make use of them.

There’s a grain in the field,
a golden grain,
if we harvest it together,
our bread will be plenty.