What do you have, César Chávez? the forehead?
On their chests the fatigue
Apparently sad eyes
Brutal field work
Enslaves even the mind
Men, children and women
With the sun at work
ÃÂHow much does the rancher earn?
How much do the workers?
To enrich employers
Make sweat on the forehead
To make rich people richer
People become more arrogant
We don't ask for alms
Just a more decent payment
César Chávez demands them
To help the people
Without courage and without violence
Organise without delay
Well, if we sow
br/>Well you have to harvest

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