Mercedes Sosa — Pobre Patria song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pobre Patria" by Mercedes Sosa.
Lyrics
Mi pobre patria, aplastada por abusos del poder
de gente infame que no conoce el pudor,
se creen los dueños todopoderosos
y piensan que les pertenece todo.
Los gobernantes, cuántos perfectos e inútiles bufones
en esta tierra que el dolor ha devastado
¿Acaso no sentís nada de pena
ante esos cuerpos tendidos sin vida?
No cambiará, no cambiará
no cambiará, quizá cambiará.
Y cómo excusarlos, las hienas de la prensa y las de los estadios
chapoteando en el fango como cerdos.
Yo me avergüenzo un poco y me hace daño
ver a los hombres como animales.
No cambiará, no cambiará
no cambiará, si cambiará
Verás que cambiará
Esperamos que el mundo vuelva a cotas más normales,
que pueda contemplar con calma el cielo
que no se hable más de dictaduras.
Quizá tendremos que ir tirando
mientras la primavera tarda aún en llegar.
Lyrics translation
My poor country, crushed by abuses of power
of infamous people who don't know modesty,
they believe the Almighty owners
and they think they own everything.
The rulers, how many perfect and useless buffoons
in this land that pain has devastated
Don't you feel any pity
before those bodies lying lifeless?
It won't change, it won't change
it won't change, maybe it will.
And how to excuse them, the hyenas of the press and those of the stadiums
splashing in the mud like pigs.
I'm a little embarrassed and hurt
see men as animals.
It won't change, it won't change
it won't change, if it will
You will see that it will change
We expect the world to return to more normal heights,
that I can calmly contemplate the sky
let there be no more talk of dictatorships.
Maybe we'll just have to pull it off.
while spring is still a long time coming.