Me Dicen Que No Me Quieres

They say you don't want to be courted
I think you do, that you want to be celebrated.
That you want to be celebrated, land of the Monegros
'Cause at this rate, everything's going to waste.
Everything's going to waste, hey, I'm telling you,
That the poor never have a friend.
There's always a friend for the richest folks
And they get water and lambs brought to them.
They also bring men from the wastelands
Who, with water nearby, just leave the place.
We need to take the Ebro and other rivers
And calm the droughts with their waters.
So many droughts, beasts that have sunk
The Monegros are almost lost.
Almost lost, but all united,
We're going to lift the land because they haven't won.
From this beautiful, tough, and wild land
We'll make a home and a landscape.