The gold shall not be sold
For thirty pieces of silver
No to the mine that contaminates
No to the mine that kills ya!
The copper shall not be sold
For thirty pieces of silver
No to the mine that contaminates
No to the mine that kills ya!
Conga no way…
Conga’s just not happening…
That’s the verdict of the people
And there’s no reversing
The NEWMONT conquistadors
Come not with cross and sword
They come with five billion dollars
And they leave you with nothing
The NEWMONT conquistadors
Come not with bibles and diseases
They come with their heavy machinery
Killing earth goddesses
Conga no way…
Conga’s just not happening…
That’s the verdict of the people
And there’s no appealing
In defence of sacred waters
A vanguard has arisen
Winning drop by drop
Winning slowly but surely
United the Cajarmarquinos
Defenders of a justice
Withstanding all truncheons and tear gas
And outshining bullets of avarice
Conga no way…
Conga’s just not happening…
That’s the verdict of the people
And there’s no reversing
Here nobody is deceived
By webs of false propaganda
So go straight to hell
NEWMONT-BUENAVENTURA
The strike is a poem
Born from the soul of the people
A cry of liberation
A cry for the world entire
Conga no way…
Conga’s just not happening…
That’s the verdict of the people
And there’s no appealing
[This song is dedicated to the five who died at Celendin in Peru struggling against the Conga mine and to all who struggle for social and environmental justice in Latin America.]