An acre of land is what,
We need to fulfill
Our cultivation dream
The agrarian reform will
Help us find our niche
In these open fields
And we, we'll stay behind all scenes
Where nobody will know
That this is where we hide
We're moving into a world
Reached only by the birds
And telephone lines
The weeds will grow with force
More likely than the wheat
Turning into gold
But we have found a place
To grow our fantasies
And cultivation dreams
The agrarian reform will
Help us find our niche
In these open fields
Just an acre of land
And we'll have what we need
A peasant's dream