El Sombrero Azul

The Salvadoran people have the sky as a hat,
so high is their dignity, in the search for the time,
when the earth will flourish for those who have fallen,
when joy comes to wash away the suffering,
when joy comes to wash away the suffering.

Go on, the march is slow but it's still a march
go on, pushing the sun, dawn is approaching
go on, your struggle is pure like a young girl
when she surrenders to love with a liberated soul.

Chorus

And go on Salvadoran, go on
that there is no small bird, go on
that after taking flight, go on
it doesn't stop in its flying.

The green that I sing to is the color of your cornfields
not the green of the berets of tropical massacres
Those who went to Vietnam to burn the rice fields
and now walk through these lands as if walking through their own pens.

Salvadoran brother, long live your blue hat
go on, your pure blood will sprout over the sea
And it will be a huge rose of love for humanity.
Salvadoran brother, long live your blue hat.
They will have to fill the world with massacres of Sumpul
to take away your desire for the love you have.