A Salvador Allende en su combate por la vida [English translation]

What a lonely loneliness inundated you

in the moment in which your personal

friends in life and death

surrounded you.

What a way to rise up with an embrace

the hatred, betrayal, death, the mire;

what constituted your thought

has all died.

What a burnt out life,

what dead hope,

what a return to nothing,

what an end.

A split sky, a broken star,

circled around inside of you.

This moment has arrived, there is nothing else,

you saw yourself brandishing a gun.

Flying,

your faraway thoughts,

right up to the time

of messages, of loyalties, of doing.

Remained,

everything given to example,

and in a short time

a new armed star

to make.

What a way for your figure to

remain so engraved, commanding to be born,

those who saw you and heard you

will never forget you.

You beautified Dos Ríos and Ayacucho,

as a liberator in Chacabuco,

The Andes that watched you grow

symbolize you.

You split the air, the stones leapt,

you arose perfect from there.

Never a thought of pen and word,

evolved into such a strong leader.

Existence ceased for a moment,

you died beginning to live.

Flying,

your faraway thoughts,

right up to the time

of messages, of loyalties, of doing.

Remained,

everything given to example,

and in a short time

a new armed star

to make.