Dice are rolling, the knives are out
Would-be presidents are all around
I dont say they mean harm
But theyd each give an arm
To see us six feet underground
It doesnt matter what those morons say
Our nations leaders are a feeble crew
Theres only twenty of them anyway
What is twenty next to millions who
Are looking to you?
All you have to do is sit and wait
Keeping out of everybodys way
Well ... youll be handed power on a plate
When the ones who matter have their say
And with chaos installed
You can reluctantly agree to be called
There again we could be foolish not to quit while were ahead
For distance lends enchantment, and that is why
All exiles are distinguished, more important, theyre not dead
I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay
This is crazy defeatist talk
Why commit political suicide, theres no risk
Theres no call for any action at all
When you have unions on your side
A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied
A new Argentina, the voice of the people
Cannot be denied
There is only one man who can lead any workers regime
He lives for your problems, he shares your ideals and your dream
He supports you, for he loves you
Understands you, is one of you
If not, how could he love me?
A new Argentina, the workers battle song
A new Argentina, the voice of the people
Rings out loud and long
Now I am a worker, Ive suffered the way that you do
Ive been unemployed, and Ive starved and Ive hated it too
But I found my salvation in Peron, may the nation
Let him save them as he saved me
A new Argentina, a new age about to begin
A new Argentina, we face the world together
And no dissent within
There again we could be foolish not to quit while were ahead
I can see us many miles away, inactive
Sipping cocktails on a terrace, taking breakfast in bed
Sleeping easy, doing nothing, its attractive
Dont think I dont think like you
I often get those nightmares too
They always take some swallowing
Sometimes its very difficult to keep momentum
If its you that you are following
Dont close doors, keep an escape clause
Because we might lose the Big Apple
But would I have done what I did
If I hadnt thought, if I hadnt known
We would take the country
Peron has resigned from the army and this we avow
The descamisados are those he is marching with now
He supports you, for he loves you
Understands you, is one of you
If not, how could he love me?
A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied
A new Argentina, the voice of the people
Cannot be, and must not be denied
How annoying that they have to fight elections for their cause
The inconvenience, having to get a majority
If normal methods of persuasion fail to win them applause
There are other ways of establishing authority
A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied
A new Argentina, the voice of the people
Cannot be, and will not be, and must not be denied.
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