The collapse of a dream, something found passing
Turned out to be you, an ownerless sponge
A whistle seeking, turned out to be me
When two bullets are found on a battlefield
Something should happen
May love of the head predict toward the ground
A cloud will come or stampedes of time
The eyes will have
It was precise, something, always, and not because
You had white ribbons on your skin
You had a price posted since yesterday
You were worth four stamps of the law
You, seated above fear
Seated above fear
Of running
A good decent house girl cannot leave
What would the people at Sunday mass say
If they know about you, what would friends say
The old neighbors that come here
What would the windows say
Your mother and your sister and all the centuries
Of Spanish colonialism that not in vain
Have made you a coward, what would God say
Without housewives, without the church, and without the law
God, to whom you already surrendered yourself in communion
God, who makes children's souls eternal
Who will destroy bombs and napalm
The collapse of a dream
Something found passing turned out to be you
An ownerless sponge
A whistle seeking turned out to be me
Seek love with rings
And signed papers and when you stop loving...
Have the children present
Do not leave your husband nor a good home
And if they do not resist, saw off the goods
Because you too have a right, because
You had white ribbons on your skin
You had a price posted since yesterday
You were worth four stamps of the law
You, seated above fear
Of running