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One in Bolivia, the leader of the partisans
And two of his
Were to flee the mountains for their lives

Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little
The peasants smiled and shouted as they by
Jesus called out to every one, "Don't think we are leaving
They tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return"

Continue with work
Continue with talk
You have it in your
To own lives, to own your lands

The smiled and shouted
And they ran along a little
Then and watched
Their hands were and empty

The body of Jesus was in the
they blew up before it reached the plane
The was proud to bless him
For what there was of him in the afternoon

Continue with your
Continue with talk
You have it in your
To own your lives, to own your

is no one who can show you
The road you be on
They only tell you, can show you
And then tomorrow they are

The smell of oil and incense fill the room in adobe hut
Where on the lies the body of a man
His face is pale and young, his is dark and curled
Pennies his eyelids from the evening light

People from the those who knew him, those who killed him
Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and
They watch the priest silent crosses in the air
And pray to God inside their hearts for their own

with your work
Continue with talk
You have it in hands
To own lives, to own your lands

is no one who can show you
The road you be on
They only you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

with your work
Continue your talk
You it in your hands
To own your lives, to own lands

There is no one who can you
The you should be on
They only tell you, can show you
And then tomorrow they are

with your work
Continue with your
You have it in your
To own your lives, to own lands

is no one who can show you
The you should be on
They only you, they can show you
And then tomorrow they are

Continue with work
Continue with your
You it in your hands
To own your lives, to own lands