La pala
Victor Jara
The Shovel
They handed me a shovel
To take care of it for me
To never abandon it
So it could water the earth
Slowly, slowly
And when I was a young man
They handed me a plow
To push it with strength
So the earth would scream
Slowly, slowly
Take them down the roads
Like you carry your destiny
You have to take care of the work
They will give you bread
Take them down the roads
Harnessed by the years
My skin can't take it anymore
Everything I've worked for
They've taken it all away
Slowly, slowly
Damn the dark life
That I've had to endure
But I've seen that the night
Has started to clear
Slowly, slowly
Keep opening the paths
The furrow of your destiny
The joy of sowing
They can't take it away from you
The joy of sowing
Is yours, and no one else's
