Alma de barro [English translation]

This land of clay once gave birth to a dream

In the past, long ago

And life remained untouched by fear

Until the day the dream was bled dry.

From across the sea they came, disguised as gods

Hiding their greed and destruction

To cheat us of our peace and innocence.

Still, the cry is heard from afar (from afar)

Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown

You had no choice

Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown

You had no choice -- they left you no choice

And believing the soil of this land to be home

We cried out for its loss

For we couldn't understand

That what would be would be

Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown

You had no choice

Soul of the clay, skin of the soil's brown

You had no choice -- they left you no life

Today the grandfathers cry

For me to sing out the truth (Sing out the truth)

Soul of the clay -- may your song live in me

Your song lives in me (Your song lives in me)

Soul of the clay (skin of the soil's brown)

Soul of the clay (skin of the soil's brown)