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