How sad and how bitter it is
To sit down watching all things
All the words that can do nothing
If I kill myself, I throw away that little bit of freedom
That this land, these people one day will have to give me
My land, my land
How beautiful it is to think of it
My land, my land,
How beautiful it is to watch it
It is not true, it is not always the same
Every day it can change.
Today is straight, tomorrow is wrong
And this life goes away
The old women go to church
With the crown to pray 1
And the fear of this death
Which doesn't want to leave us
My land, my land
You are full of freedom
My land, my land
I now feel the freedom
1. rosary