Those priests who follow Those ignorant indians That have no value Or discipline Clouds of dust Had filled the air In the bloody battle Of caiboaté So who can rule in peace and war? Who will stand against our forces? Who would thought they could go to war Claim for the lands that now is ours Leave these lands They still refuse They want to die With stupid pride Leave these lands They still refuse They want to die With stupid pride This war for territory Will have to end The kings agreed To exchange our lands We've been living here For so many years While they drink their wines In golden glasses But this is where we want to be This is the land of the guaranys They should know this land was given to us And freely we shall give to our heirs And freely we shall give to our heirs Leave these lands We still refuse If we have to die We'll die with pride Leave these lands We still refuse If we have to die We'll die with pride