For the caged bird, for the fish in the pond, for my friend in prison for saying what he thinks, for the flowers that have been pulled up, for the plants that have been stepped on, for the pruned trees, for the tortured bodies…I name you, liberty. 

Thousands of ants make a tunnel. They mine gold and silver. Then the fly comes and takes possession of it. Thousands of ants build a train. They build bridges and lay a rail.

Like immigrants of the past, we are still building this powerful nation with our sweat and our tears.

In the year of 1960, our union is born. Even when we receive threats while organizing the masses of urban and farm workers, we face our destiny.

I always try to measure the extent to which people’s hearts are broken every day. 

Listen to our petition. We all have a heart. We are oppressed, and humiliated in this nation. 

Washington Fruit is a powerful company that doesn’t respect rights, not even of night and day. 

Workers of the united class, we have entered into serious commitments: to liberate the oppressed and struggling people, and the vast homeland of Latin America.

I’ll sing you the story of a brave man who goes by the name of Pedro. The tyrants that terrorize the town are scared of Don Pedro, and their henchmen say he has magical powers. Pedro Animales.