Los pobres no tienen patria (en inglés)

Los pobres no tienen patria
Century after century,
of hatred and persecution is hard fighting,
that breaks your heart,
men and women,
they have to emigrate,
souls in grief,
in search of a home.

Foreigners
on earth,
working
from dawn to dusk,
slave
a paradise,
which is so false
as God.
The misery you drowning,
Hunger kills you,
go where you go,
the poor have no homeland.
And wars
who makes them?
And to their graves
who will?
Is it because
are rich?
Why whom
you die?
I do not believe in flags,
defending your nation,
I do not believe in borders
that divide the right.
I want to be free,
as the waves of the sea,
mix my blood red,
like that of all others.
The misery you drowning,
Hunger kills you,
go where you go,
the poor have no homeland.