An acre of land is what,nWe need to fulfillnOur cultivation dreamnThe agrarian reform willnHelp us find our nichenIn these open fieldsnnAnd we, we’ll stay behind all scenesnWhere nobody will knownThat this is where we hidenWe’re moving into a worldnReached only by the birdsnAnd telephone linesnnThe weeds will grow with forcenMore likely than the wheatnTurning into goldnBut we have found a placenTo grow our fantasiesnAnd cultivation dreamsnnThe agrarian reform willnHelp us find our nichenIn these open fieldsnJust an acre of landnAnd we’ll have what we neednA peasant’s dream