text: Dice are rolling, the knives are out
  Would-be presidents are all around
  I dont say they mean harm
  But theyd each give an arm
  To see us six feet underground
  It doesnt matter what those morons say
  Our nations leaders are a feeble crew
  Theres only twenty of them anyway
  What is twenty next to millions who
  Are looking to you?
  All you have to do is sit and wait
  Keeping out of everybodys way
  Well ... youll be handed power on a plate
  When the ones who matter havе their say
  And with chaos installed
  You can reluctantly agree to bе called
  There again we could be foolish not to quit while were ahead
  For distance lends enchantment, and that is why
  All exiles are distinguished, more important, theyre not dead
  I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay
  This is crazy defeatist talk
  Why commit political suicide, theres no risk
  Theres no call for any action at all
  When you have unions on your side
  A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied
  A new Argentina, 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, how could he love me?
  A new Argentina, the workers battle song
  A new Argentina, the voice of the people
  Rings out loud and long
  Now I am a worker, Ive suffered the way that you do
  Ive been unemployed, and Ive starved and Ive hated it too
  But I found my salvation in Peron, may the nation
  Let him save them as he saved me
  A new Argentina, a new age about to begin
  A new Argentina, we face the world together
  And no dissent within
  There again we could be foolish not to quit while were ahead
  I can see us many miles away, inactive
  Sipping cocktails on a terrace, taking breakfast in bed
  Sleeping easy, doing nothing, its attractive
  Dont think I dont think like you
  I often get those nightmares too
  They always take some swallowing
  Sometimes its very difficult to keep momentum
  If its you that you are following
  Dont close doors, keep an escape clause
  Because we might lose the Big Apple
  But would I have done what I did
  If I hadnt thought, if I hadnt known
  We would take the country
  Peron has resigned from the army and this we avow
  The descamisados are those he is marching with now
  He supports you, for he loves you
  Understands you, is one of you
  If not, how could he love me?
  A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied
  A new Argentina, the voice of the people
  Cannot be, and must not be denied
  How annoying that they have to fight elections for their cause
  The inconvenience, having to get a majority
  If normal methods of persuasion fail to win them applause
  There are other ways of establishing authority
  A new Argentina, the chains of the masses untied
  A new Argentina, the voice of the people
  Cannot be, and will not be, and must not be denied