Los hermanos [English translation]

I have so many brothers

That I can’t even count them

In the valley, at the mountain

In the pampas, and at sea

Each dealing with his life

Each with his own dream

Their hope lying ahead

And their memories behind

I have so many brothers

That I can’t even count them

They’re warm handed persons

Because of that thing called friendship

With a prayer to pray for

With a chant to cry

With an open horizon

That is always further ahead

And with the strength needed to push forward

With life-force and will

For when it seems that it’s closer

It’s when it’s moving further away

I have so many brothers

That I can’t even count them

And thus we keep on going

Tanned by our loneliness

And we carry our dead in us

So that no one is left behind

And thus we recognize each other

By our lost gaze

By the verses we bite

Which are seeds for immensity

And thus we keep on going

Tanned by our loneliness

And we carry our dead in us

So that no one is left behind

I have so many brothers

That I can’t even count them

And a most beautiful fiancée

Who is called freedom