Viva Zapata

The dawn that the Indian will never forget
Three long shadows hid the sun
They exploited the wind, they exploited the sea
And a star let itself be seen

The wooden shadow will then vomit men with faces enclosed in helmets
They will raise flags, they will raise crosses, they will raise iron swords
And in the name of the Father and His Majesty, they will hide freedom from the Indian

The word and the chains, the saints and the heroes cry out: The poor, the poor us
With blood will also come anger, the revolt
And when evening comes, the Indian will chase away Columbus
And Freedom will enter his thoughts

Landowners and exploiters
Conquerors, grandchildren of Columbus
Your ears hidden by the helmet
In the night they will hear: Long Live Zapata
Long live Zapata
Bastards!

On a white horse he will arrive
He who feels Central America
To tell Lincoln, to tell Columbus
The pride of the Indian is not sleeping
And long live Zapata
Long live Zapata
Bastards!