Chile. Ballade vom Kameramann [English translation]

Comrades! Say something! Does nobody remember?

Come on, not at least one?

Somebody here must still

remember the name and who and when

he died in Chile, the cameraman!

In Santiago, during the bloody year

many were dying, too many

And this is Chile, in a single word:

A man is filming his murder's murdering!

Yes, power breaks out of the fists,

and not out of a nice face

From the muzzles comes the power

and not from the peoples mouths

Comrades, this is clear

This is and stays truth

This is the bitter truth

Of the Unidad Popular

This turned out to be an educating movie for us

I saw the business of the soliders: the murder

I saw pictures well known to everyone:

The people run for their lifes over the pavement

And how the rifles empty the streets

And how workers lie down to die

I saw bullets tearing down the children

And how women weep on the deaths

You see at work with his MP

This guy, the cop with his helmet of steel

How he is pressing his jaw to the gun

And how he takes his time aiming, aiming...

The cameraman aims right at man,

the man aims right at the cameraman

there is a shakeing, the movie stops

- this is, what I have seen:

Yes, power breaks out of the fists,

and not out of a nice face

From the muzzles comes the power

and not from the peoples mouths

Comrades, this is clear

This is and stays truth

This is the bitter truth

Of the Unidad Popular

The bullet come from the gun

And from the camera not!

And our struggle continues

Where this movie stops:

With gun and guitar

Comrades, this is true,

This is the whole truth

Of the Unidad Popular

• Artist:Wolf Biermann