Potosí [English translation]

For those who are afraid

Come on up, have faith

For those who risk it

Don't forget what was

For those buried

Beyond the sinkhole

Got to give coca to the uncle

And work with his forgiveness

I'm going, Potosí, I'm going.

Procuring dynamite

Fire and catalyst

With the pick axe busted

Every vein to its taste

Four hours chewing

To rest

Two minutes with the devil

And goes to pick again

I'm going, Potosí, I'm going.

It would be that they're not afraid

In the darkness

Like moles on the ground

With luck, his truth

For all day to day

For many tradition

Don't forget the past

Even though the heart weighs

I'm going, Potosí, I'm going

Nothing comes out now

I only hear the explosion

That busts the guts

The ambition already achieved

And that voice isn't far

That cries necessity

Walking the labyrinth

Keeps asking for equality