Juan Sin Tierra

I'm going to sing the ballad
Of a man who went to war
Who walked wounded in the mountains
To conquer his land

I met him in battle
And amidst all the gunfire
He who is a revolutionary
Can die wherever

The general told us
Fight with great courage
We will give you plots of land
When the distribution comes

My father was a farm laborer
And I a revolutionary
My children opened a store
And my grandson is a civil servant

Emiliano Zapata shouts
I want land and freedom
And the government laughed
When they were going to bury him

Fly, fly little dove
Stop on that fig tree
For here ends the ballad
Of the so-called Juan without land