Moraleja

I always longed to sing
the native male song of my nation.
To let you know,
to inform you that I too was born.

From the Atlantic to the Andes,
from the green Chaco to the icy lands of Tierra del Fuego.
Just crazy dreams
of an Argentine gringo.

Pampas of the Ranquel, Comechingón mountains.
Know that whoever sings carries in their blood
the final story of the raid.

And knows the moral:
He who doesn't take, gives up,
that's why I'm singing it.

Know the moral:
He who doesn't take, gives up.
He who doesn't take, gives up,
the damn one who bore him.

For the poor children who are not hungry,
for fate and the appearances of the evil light.
The saving Christ, for the tithing lord.
Here we must save his sins,
and may the Christians come and the people, starving.

I always longed to sing
the native male song of my nation.
To let you know,
to inform you that I too was born.

From the Atlantic to the Andes,
from the green Chaco to the icy lands of Tierra del Fuego.
Just crazy dreams
of an Argentine gringo.

Pampas of the Ranquel, Comechingón mountains.
Know that whoever sings carries in their blood
the final story of the raid.

And knows the moral:
He who doesn't take, gives up,
that's why I'm singing it.

Know the moral:
He who doesn't take, gives up.
He who doesn't take, gives up,
the damn one who bore him.