During La Guerra Del Chaco,
Campesinos sometimes hid some gold
In their houses, or in the ground,
Then went away, and died.
Others sometimes turn it up
When they plough their fields.
Or, when they meet ghosts at night,
They hear where the vessels are
That contain the golden sun.
O daughters of the land,
Lovely flowers in our rainbows,
The loveliest women amid the burning land,
Where were we dancing in the Great House,
Until they came and turned us to servitude?
Mothers, protect your children from the wolves;
They will snatch and bite them,
And turn them unto War.