My country...

In my country there is a mountain.
In my country there is a river.
In my country there is people.
In my country there is poor and rich.
In my country there is unfairness.
In my country there is useless politicians.

Come with me.

Night climbs up the mountain.
Hunger goes down the river.

Come with me.

who are those who suffer?
I do not know, but they are my people.

Come with me.

I do not know, but they call to me
and they say to me:"We suffer".

Come to me.

And they say to  me:
"Your people, your luckless people,
between the mountain and the river,
with hunger and grief,
they do not want to struggle alone,
they are waiting for you friend."

They are waiting for our useless:
Politicians.

Oh you, the one I love,
little one, red grain
of wheat,
the struggle will be hard,
life will be hard,
but you will come with me.