Dedos [English translation]

Fingers are fingers, days are days,

mothers are mothers, children are breedings.

Thoughts, are only mine

but my tongue, is not that mine.

If you plant roses, watermelons grow,

if you wait for cars, streetcars pass.

That's my land, that catches a cold

and has the flu, since a thousand days.

When will it heal and walk?

When will it change and sing?

I know you'll say

look, how the roses grow,

and then I'll tell you

I see it, my land is still beautiful.