Coplas de Mi País

I'm dying of cold
I have anger in my voice
Because at this river's door
They stabbed the Sun
Why at this river's door, country
They stabbed the Sun
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country

This land has a name
From the sea to the mountains
How do I tell my people
What's happening in this land
But how do I tell my people, country
What's happening in this land
Oh country, country, country, country
Oh country, country, country, country

I'm not one for many words
And there's very little to tell
Things speak for themselves
You just have to know how to look
Things speak for themselves, country
You just have to know how to look

And then when I sing
They call it protest
How to tell what's happening
With my people and their poverty
But how to tell what's happening, country
With my people and their sadness
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country

Oh country, country of clouds
Full of smoke and alcohol
How do I sing to my people
What I think of you
But how do I sing to my people, country
What I think of you

That my homeland was founded
With blows and slaps
How many voices were silenced
With machetes and bullets
But how many voices were silenced, country
With machetes and bullets
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country
Oh country, country, country
Oh yay country
Oh country, country, country
Oh yay country
Oh country, country, country
Oh yay country