A los mineros de Bolivia [English translation]

It is the thunder and it runs wild with inimitable roar.

A hundred and a thousand thunders explode,

and their song is profound.

They are the miners who arrive,

they are the miners of the people,

They are the men who dazzle

when they go out in the sun,

and they subdue the thunder.

What does it matter, what does it matter!

That shrapnel mows them

and dynamite explodes

and their bodies disperse

in particles of horror.

They come out of a cave

hanging on the mountain.

They are swarms of moles

that come to die

with no fear of the shrapnel.

To die, such a word

That is the north of their days;

ripped apart, anemized

slow agony

in the collapsed cave.

What does it matter, what does it matter!

Through the thunder's mouth

Courage is heard flying.

They are the steel miners,

they are the people and their pain.

A hundred and a thousand thunders explode,

and their song is profound.