Matilde Landa

Tattooed with roughness of bullets and prison,
Felt by all as an important part
Of close longings, of freedom and courage,
You have gone further than the wind
That fugitive took you with him, took you with him...
Matilde Landa, republican,
They couldn't hang crucifixes or cassocks from your chest
Matilde Landa, republican,
They couldn't hang bitter signs from your chest

How ironic life is,
That on one hand you are solace for many
And at the same time loneliness accompanies you in every tear
When you invent conversations with your little girl
Who at home continues to wait for your return... for your return
Matilde Landa, republican,
They couldn't hang crucifixes or cassocks from your chest
Matilde Landa, republican,
They couldn't hang bitter signs from your chest
Matilde Landa, republican,
Your embrace awaits us in the air, you are buried rain
Matilde Landa, republican,
And the cells felt the vertigo of your deadly leap