We the people made everything in this world from the shoe to the supersonic plane, from the walking stick to the MRI scanner, our skill, our imagination, our labour. Isn't it time we took control and shaped it the way WE want?
WE THE LABOURING
MASSES.
We the people have,
every brick laid,
have fed the world with
sweat and spade,
every instrument played
in every band
created by the skill of
the craftsman's hand.
We made every truck and
every load,
our toil our effort
every winding road,
every ship that ever
sailed the sea,
our power our
imagination made it be.
Cities and towns large
and small,
our labouring hands
fashioned them all,
every home, every spire,
luxury mansion or humble
byre.
No matter what dreams
the mind might spawn
without labour's hand,
never see the light of dawn,
without labour's
strength and labour's skill,
we
would be foraging beasts in a jungle still.
I am the owner of everything - Horacio Guarany
ReplyDeleteI am the owner of everything,
but I never got anything.
I make light and I make fire,
I push the wind and the water.
My hands to the wood
They make it do wonders.
I'm the one who tempers the steel
and who casts the seed.
I make the chair and the table
and I have no where to sit.
Finally, I dont even have
the right to get tired.
I do palaces, and my children
sleep in tin shacks.
I am hammer, ax and tong,
clip, spoon and hoe.
I am the owner of everything
but I never got anything.
The day I say enough!,
flares will burn!
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Original version:
Yo soy el dueño de todo - Horacio Guarany
Yo soy el dueño de todo,
pero nunca tengo nada.
Yo hago la luz, hago el fuego,
hago el viento y hago el agua.
Mis manos a la madera
le hacen hacer maravillas.
Yo soy quien tiempla el acero
y quien echa la semilla.
Yo hago la silla y la mesa
y no tengo ’onde sentarme.
Total, si ya no me queda
ni el derecho de cansarme.
Yo hago el palacio, y mis hijos
duermen en ranchos de lata.
Soy martillo, hacha, tenaza,
pinza, cuchara y azada.
Yo soy el dueño de todo
pero nunca tengo nada.
¡El día que yo me canse,
van a arder las llamaradas!