Vientos Del Pueblo [English translation]

Once more they want to stain

my country with workers’ blood

those who talk of liberty

and whose hands are blackened

those who wish to separate

the mother from her sons

and want to reconstruct

the cross that Christ dragged.

They want to hide their infamy

their legacy from the centuries,

but the color of murders

cannot be wiped from their faces.

Already thousands and thousands

have sacrificed their blood,

and its generous streams

have multiplied the loaves of bread.

Now I want to live

beside my son and my brother,

daily working together on

a new springtime for all of us.

You can’t scare me with your threats

you masters of misery;

the star of hope

continues to be ours.

Winds of the people are calling me

winds of the people carry me

they scatter my heart

and take the breath from my throat,

so the poet will sing

as long as my soul sounds

from the roads of my people

now and forever.

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• Artist:Victor Jara