I am the blood, I am the voice
I shout my pain to the four winds
My land is the prey of a thief
With its greed it must die.
Damn rural society
br/>Damn gold and its inheritance
I am Mapuche
Four winds, marichiwen
Mother earth. I will win
Four winds Qom people
In the fight I will die.
God and the devil, their religion
They don't understand anything about Mapuche, no
Declaim civilization
And cyanide is his staff.
Another buying tycoon
He bequeaths us pollution
I am Mapuche.
Four winds, marichiwen
Mother earth. I will win
Four winds Qom people
In the fight I will die.
I call for justice, marichiwen
For each one who falls
We will return ten
We will return ten< br/>We will be back ten!.
Four winds, marichiwen
Mother earth. I will win
Four winds Qom people
In the fight I will die.
Four winds
Marichiwen
Four winds
Marichiwen!
Four winds I will win ©.

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