Bagua No Se Olvida

Bright the Sun that woke me up this morning
Quickly I go out, help to work the land
Everything is strange, the birds are fleeing
As if they were warning of something

Foreign suits come marking the pace
And their gaze is anything but friendly
In their eyes they carry hatred and advancing I
I hear sounds that I never heard in my life

My father plays the manguaré and is warning that
Those gentlemen are not coming to ask us
One of them is pointing something at me and
My father runs to stand by my side

It's a kind of a strange device
And I don't think that will do much harm
I hear noise suddenly I look at the ground
And I realize that my father is asleep

And he's not the only one on the ground resting I
Several from the village I also see asleep
Those gentlemen keep advancing and advancing
Some of them also fell asleep
Quickly I run. I go to warn at home

That dad sleeps in a curve and doesn't wake up
I can't find mom but I find my sister
Crying she said that my mother is dead
And I don't understand anything

As she was alive a while ago and now dead
My sister cries but at the same time explains to me
Among sounds, cries, dead and indifference
That the sounds from a while ago were bullets
And the men in suits are police

What they were carrying in their hands were weapons
And the deaths are orders from Alan García
And the bullets that came out of those weapons
Is an order given by Alan García
And it's for money that blood is shed
And it's shed by order of Alan García

I am the voice of the indigenous of natives and natives
My memory does not expire and Bagua is not forgotten
The blood is shed your speeches don't fix it
Four hundred thousand bodies defending resources
Natural minerals from transnational abuses

With channels that do not inform, misinform cities
That do not understand that do not know that they steal from us in torrents
And there is no shame or condemnation for judicial favors
Deplorable statutes of filth

And the garbage education only sectorizes us
I don't get tired of writing in favor of something
Much more if that something is to fight alongside my brothers
Resisting, fighting there is hope
In the face of so much indifference

That the sounds from a while ago were bullets
And the men in suits are police
What they were carrying in their hands were weapons
And the deaths are orders from Alan García
And the bullets that came out of those weapons
Is an order given by Alan García

And it's for money that blood is shed
And it's shed by order of Alan García
That the sounds from a while ago were bullets
And the men in suits are police

The Sun sets the day is already darkening I
Quickly I run to lift the dead
Everything is clear, the birds are returning
There are a thousand reasons to keep fighting
To keep fighting
Maanitut Uwaechau (let's fight for justice in native language)