Vientos del pueblo [English translation]

Again they want to stain

my homeland with worker blood

those who speak of freedom

and have their hands black

Those who want to divide

a mother from her children

and want to reconstruct

the cross that Christ carried

They want to hide the infamy

bequeathed for centuries

but the color of assassins

won't be erased from their faces

There were thousands and thousands

those who gave their blood

and in generous flows

multiplied the loaves

Now I want to live

with my son and my brother

the spring we all are

building daily

I'm not scared of the threat

chiefs of misery!

The star of hope

will continue to be ours

Winds of people carry me

winds of people'll blow me away

they spread my heart

and they air my throat

This is how the poet sang

when death takes me

along the people's paths

from now and forever