Oh
The chains of the last is untied
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, who would he love me?
God, the workers'
band, the old song Adieu Argentina,
the voice of the people rings out loud and long
I've been unemployed and I've starved and I've hated it too
But I've found my
salvation and, battle,
may the nation let him save the man who saved me
A new age about to begin Adieu Argentina,
we face the world together
It's annoying
that we have to fight elections for our cause
The inconvenience,
having to get a majority If normal methods
of persuasion fail to win us applause
There are other ways of establishing authority
We have ways of making you vote for us,
or at least of making you abstain
They don't let us resign from the army unless we about
But this camisado's for those he is marching with now
Then again I could be foolish not to quit while I'm ahead
I can see me many miles away,
inactive
Sipping cocktails on a terrace,
taking breakfast in bed
Sleeping easy, doing crosswords, it's attractive
Don't think I don't think like you I often get those nightmares too
They always make some swallowing Sometimes
it's very difficult to keep momentum
If it's you that you are following Don't close doors,
keep an escape clause
Because we might lose the big apple But would I have done what I did
If I hadn't thought,
if I hadn't known We would take the country
Adieu Argentina,
the voice of the people