Victor Jara — Qué Saco Rogar Al Cielo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Qué Saco Rogar Al Cielo" by Victor Jara.
Lyrics
Qué saco rogar al cielo
Si en tierra me han de enterrar,
La tierra me da comida,
La tierra me hace sudar.
Qué saco sudando tanto,
Y comiendo poco y nada,
Si mi tierra no es mi tierra
Y el cielo, cielo nomás.
A dónde pongo mis manos,
Brotan claveles y rosas,
Brotan y brotan las cosas
Que no aprovecha mi mano.
Una espiga hay en el campo,
Una espiga colorada,
Si juntos la cosechamos
Grande será nuestro pan.
Lyrics translation
What do I get to pray to heaven
If on the ground I'm to be buried,
The Earth gives me food,
The Earth makes me sweat.
What a sweaty sack,
And eating little and nothing,
If my land is not my land
And heaven, just heaven.
Where do I put my hands,
Carnations and roses sprout,
Things sprout and Sprout
That doesn't take advantage of my hand.
There's a spike in the field,
A colored spike,
If we harvest it together
Great will be our bread.