Milonga del Fusilado [English translation]

Don't ask me who I am nor if they knew me

the dreams I loved will grow even without me.

I don't live but I'm in what I dreamed

and others who keep fighting will make new roses bloom

in the name of all those things everyone will be naming me

Don't remember my face which was my war face,

as long as in my land there's a need to hate,

and in the clearing sky will know how was my forehead,

few people heard me laugh but my ignored laughter

you'll find in the dawn of the premonitioned day

Don't ask my age, I have everyone's age

I chose among many modes to be older than my age

and my true years are the shots I fired,

I'm born on every executed and though my body dies

I'll have the true age of the child I set free

Don't search for my grave because you won't find it,

my hands are the ones that shoot in other hands,

my voice keeps shouting, my dream is still entire

and know that I only die if you go slacking

because the one who died fighting, lives on every fellow

• Artist:Los Olimareños
• Album:Que pena (1972)