Yo defiendo mi tierra

I defend my land
day and night.

I defend my land
because it's mine, because it's mine.
I defend it at night,
I defend it during the day.
During the day the wind helps me,
at night the three Marys.

I saw crossing the pampas,
crying, crying,
the miner's wife,
her feet bleeding.
Why does this town cry?
I keep asking.

If I go out to the pampas
I will sing:
We don't want strangers
to come and take away
what the land gives us,
our peace.

I defend my land
because I want to, because I want to,
to dry the sad tears
of the town's woman.
I want there to be no shadows
on the miner's face.