I will once again walk the streets
of what had been bloody Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated plaza
I will stop to cry for the absent
of what had been bloody Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated plaza
I will stop to cry for the absent
I will come from the burning desert
and I will leave the forests and the lakes
and I will evoke from one of Santiago's mountains
my brothers who had died before
and I will leave the forests and the lakes
and I will evoke from one of Santiago's mountains
my brothers who had died before
And joined to the one who did much and little
to the one who wanted his country freed
I will fire the first bullets
sooner, rather than later, without rest
to the one who wanted his country freed
I will fire the first bullets
sooner, rather than later, without rest
I will return the books, the songs
burned by the assassin's hands
My people will be reborn from their ruin
and the traitors will pay for their guilt
burned by the assassin's hands
My people will be reborn from their ruin
and the traitors will pay for their guilt
A child will play in the avenue
and he will sing with his new friends
and this song will be the song of the earth
to a life snuffed out in La Moneda palace
and he will sing with his new friends
and this song will be the song of the earth
to a life snuffed out in La Moneda palace
I will once again walk the streets
of what had been bloody Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated plaza
I will stop to cry for the absent
of what had been bloody Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated plaza
I will stop to cry for the absent
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