El Destierro
Chicho Sánchez Ferlosio
The Exile
To African lands
Like tied beasts
Buenos Aires is going
To some exiled prisoners
A young prisoner stirs
When they board the ship
He shouts companion
And she says my love
By force they brought me
Without trial or process
But the fire does not go out
Even though they have me imprisoned
I don't care about exile
Nor am I afraid of death
Anarchy will prevail
Even if I never see you again
Buenos Aires is already leaving
The sight no longer reaches it
It is already heading towards the strait
Hope is already lost
