Flor de Retama

Come everyone to see
Oh, let's see!
Come brothers to see
Oh, let's see!
In the square of Huanta,
Little yellow broom flower,
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower.

In the five corners they are,
The warriors are entering.
In the square of Huanta
The warriors are surrounding.
They are going to kill students
Huanta's people at heart,
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower;
They are going to kill peasants
Huanta's people at heart,
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower.

Spoken
Where life
Becomes colder than death itself
Father Sun burns indignantly
The great snows thaw
And the great lakes begin to fill
The great flood is about to come
To bury worlds that oppress
And on the new earth; the broom flower will bloom
And so the palms that sound above
Ta ta ta

Where the blood of the people,
There, spills;
Where the blood of the people,
There, spills;
Right there it blooms
Little yellow broom flower,
Little yellow, turning yellow
Broom flower.

Fugue
The blood of the people
Has a rich perfume;
The blood of the people
Has a rich perfume;
It smells like jasmine, violets,
Geraniums and daisies;
Like gunpowder and dynamite.
It smells like jasmine, violets,
Geraniums and daisies;
Like gunpowder and dynamite

Damn!
Like gunpowder and dynamite!
Oh, damn!
Like gunpowder and dynamite!