Para la libertad [English translation]

For freedom I bleed, fight and live on.

For freedom, my eyes and my hands,

like a carnal tree, generous and captive,

I give to the surgeons.

For freedom I feel more hearts

than sands in my chest. My veins give off foam

and I enter the hospitals and I go into the cotton sheets

as into the white lilies.

Because where empty eye sockets dawn,

she will place two rocks looking to the future

and make that new arms and new legs grow

in the fallen flesh.

The relics of my body that I lose in each wound

will sprout wings of sap without an autumn.

Because I am like a fallen tree, I will sprout

and I still have my life.

For freedom I bleed, fight and live on.

For freedom, my eyes and my hands,

like a carnal tree, generous and captive,

I give to the surgeons.

Because where empty eye sockets dawn,

she will place two rocks looking to the future

and make that new arms and new legs grow

in the fallen flesh.

The relics of my body that I lose in each wound

will sprout wings of sap without an autumn.

Because I am like a fallen tree, I will sprout

and I still have my life,

and I still have my life.