Ocho letras [English translation]

In the air, in the fire, in the gale,

in the rain falling on the city.

In the weary gesture of discouragement,

in the closed fist ripping the wind.

In the salty water, blood of the sea,

or in the sweet freshness of the spring.

In the bus full of straight faces,

in the laughing bell of the playgrounds.

There where they scream at you that you can't

the bolts of fear and cruelty.

There where they impose you to keep silent,

they shut your mouth with suffering.

Over the dirty coffin of injustice,

the brief tenderness of a caress.

In the promised bread of the wheat fields,

in the thirsty kiss of the lovers.

Eight letters like eight white pigeons,

eight letters flying on every house.

Eight letters like eight white pigeons,

eight letters flying on every house.

Today history remains and men pass by,

is the history of the man on every house...

Eight letters of war, eight letters of peace,

Only eight letters: Libertad. 1

1. Freedom

• Artist:Larbanois y Carrero