Trabajo, Quiero Trabajo

(Song)

Crossing the salt flats
One dies of thirst.
That is pure desert
And there is nothing to do there.
Work, I want work
Because this cannot be
One day I will see the desert
Turned into a garden.

The river is pure landscape,
Far away its waters go,
But my fields burn
Without ditches or canal.
Work, I want work,
Because this cannot be,
One day I will see my field
Turned into a garden.

The miner goes to stir
The bowels of the earth.
He brings out others' treasures
And dies of hunger afterwards.

Work, I want work
Because this cannot be.
I don't want anyone to go through
The sorrows I went through.

Slowly, countryman,
Slowly and have faith,
Because in the miner's night
The dawn is beginning.

Work, I want work,
Because this cannot be.