Juan Sin Tierra [English translation]

I will sing a ballad

of a man who went to war

who walked wounded in the mountains

to conquer his land.

I met him in the battle

and amidst so much gunfire

he who is a revolutionary

can die where he wants.

The general told us:

"Fight with great courage,

we will give you plots of land

when there is redistribution."

My father was a farm peon

and I a revolutionary,

my sons opened a store,

and my grandson is a civil servant.

Emiliano Zapata yelled:

"I want land and liberty,"

and the government laughed

when they went to bury him.

Fly, fly, little dove,

perch on some fig tree

because here ends the ballad

of Juan Without Land.