In my country there is a mountain. In my country there is a river. Come with me...

Night climbs up to the mountain.
Hunger goes down to the river
Come with me...

Who are 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 with 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,
the not understanding the people
of power. The so-called >>
Politicians how love power."

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.