El alma llena de banderas [English translation]

There, underground,

you are not sleeping, brother, comrade.

Your heart hears spring coming up

that, like you, the winds will be blowing away.

There, buried with your face towards the sun

the new earth covers your seed

the deep root will sink in

and the flower of the new day will be born.

The hands of the humble one will come to your wounded feet,

they will come sowing.

Your death will bring many lives,

and they will march to where you were going, while singing.

There where the criminal is hiding

your name affords many names to the rich one.

The one who burned your wings while they were flying

will not extinguish the fire of the poor.

Here, brother, here on the earth,

our soul fills with flags,

that go on

against fear,

they go on,

we will win.

• Artist:Victor Jara
• Album:El derecho de vivir en paz (1970)