Cuando Tenga La Tierra

When I have the land
I will sow the words
That my father Martín Fierro put to the wind
When I have the land
It will belong to those who fight
The teachers, the loggers, the workers

When I have the land
I swear to you seed that life
Will be a sweet cluster and in the sea of grapes
Our wine, I will sing, I will sing

When I have the land
I will give it to the stars
Astronauts of wheat fields, new moon
When I have the land
I will form with the crickets
An orchestra where those who think will sing

When I have the land
I swear to you seed that life
Will be a sweet cluster and in the sea of grapes
Our wine, I will sing, I will sing

Peasant, when I have the land
The heart of my world will happen in the world
From behind all the forgotten things I will dry with my tears
All the horror of pity and finally I will see you
Peasant, peasant, peasant, peasant,
Able to look at the night when we lie down to make children
Peasant, when I have the land
I will put the moon in my pocket and go out for a walk
With the trees and the silence
And the men and women with me

I will sing, I will sing, I will sing, I will sing