The winds stopped blowing.
The birds stopped singing.
Suddenly the time stood still;
It was like everything held their breath.
Salvador Allende,
the hour before dawn comes.
But one day the sky will dissolve
and the bells of freedom will ring,
and Chile will heal its wounds.
The sky darkens and thunder is heard.
The lightening cuts through the space.
The rain whips against the earth.
People huddle in the storm.
Salvador Allende,
the hour before dawn comes.
But one day the sky will dissolve
and the bells of freedom will ring,
and Chile will heal its wounds.
So the ice cold night comes
with hunger and the beating hearts;
With tongues that whisper in the darkness
and the fear that binds us together.
Salvador Allende,
the hour before dawn comes.
But one day the sky will dissolve
and the bells of freedom will ring
and Chile will heal its wounds.
Cannons, rifles and soldiers
can only take our bodies,
but the dream of freedom within us
can not be stopped by any intimidation.
Salvador Allende,
the hour before dawn comes.
But one day the sky will dissolve
and the bells of freedom will ring,
and Chile will heal its wounds.