The little ants, carpentering,
Building, painting,
Imagining, unforgetting,
Making others fall in love and even singing
They go walking and collecting
Green energy, a lot of hope,
A lot of hope.
They continue walking on the earth,
On the skies, on the seas,
Multiplicating leaves and flowers,
Collecting green energy,
Lots of hope, lots of good day,
For their journey which is circular,
It's circular, it will end
To begin.
The little ants are very tenacious
The scars will close
With their little yerba mate leaves
The little ants will heal themselves.
Not many understand their long journey,
why did they go out if they have to go back?
They have to go back.
The little ants, all crooked*
They have solidarity like a honeycomb
The little ants, all crooked*
They have solidarity like a honeycomb
But if they find the murdering foot
Stinging, stinging, they will attack.
They will attack!
The little ants I'm singing to
Are so small they are invisible
But the dreams they are carrying
Have the height of good
The good of all nature
That asks for a place on this earth.
The little ants never get lost
Because their journey is circular
It's as round as the eyes
Of a human waking up
It's as round as the planet
That we will free together.
Free together!