¿Qué saco rogar al cielo?
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
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
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Writer(s): Victor Jara
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