A La Mina No Voy
Quilapayún
I Don't Go to the Mine
The white man lives in his house
made of wood with a balcony.
The black man in a straw hut
with only one wall.
And even if my master kills me
I won't go to the mine
I don't want to die
in a tunnel.
Don Pedro is your master
he bought you
things are bought
but not men.
In the mine, gold shines
at the bottom of the tunnel
the white man takes everything
and leaves the black man with pain.
When I return from the mine
tired from the cart
I find my sad black woman
abandoned by God
and my hungry little black children
Why is this, I ask?
