Chile herido [English translation]

A story tells the wind

of love, struggle and agony,

of a town that flourished

conquering the new time.

And the every day man

working hope

with the song on his lips

built his future.

The song became silent,

a thousand hands were left cold,

the night fell violently

on empty looks.

And the man who walked

between flowery flags

he was looking without seeing

how his land died.

The night fell violently,

in Chile a wound bleeds.

The whole earth is offended

to see this wounded town;

millions ask for punishment

for these ferocious hyenas.

And the Chile that fights united

to light up tomorrow

will know how to impose justice

of the contained fists.

And the roads will be filled

with flags of the poor;

the singing of the hammers

will be reborn with the fatherland.

And the fallen companion

killed by four murderers

you will see through the malls

march to the oppressed.

And the roads will be filled

with flags of the poor;

• Artist:Inti-Illimani
• Album:La Nueva Canción Chilena