Las Madres Cansadas

Every overwhelmed mother will rest,
And in our arms their children will rest,
When the sun sets, over the field,
Love and music we will offer them,
And tired mothers will rest.

And the peasant with his plow and tractor
Will feel the strange freshness on his forehead
From the tears of sorrow
Shed by the merchants
And the farmers will rest.

The sorrowful workers of the land,
Will sing the anthem so resonant again,
We will no longer be the poor!
We will no longer live in slavery!
And the workers will then sing.

When the soldiers leave their guard posts,
And burn their uniforms in the trenches,
Oh my general, your loyal troops,
Will have already forgotten about you,
And the people of the world will rest.