Carta Abierta a Pinochet
Fernando Ubiergo
Open Letter to Pinochet
Hey Mr. President
They haven't told you that people
Run and scream in the street
Things are getting very hot
Students in the park
Free hours and jail
Don't mix it up with bandits
The senses are confused
In general the years pass the same way
Since Plato nothing has changed
Hey Mr. President
They haven't told you that in the neighborhood
Everyone sees the calendar
Hoping for better luck
The people are not murderers
He just finds his way
If you lack bread and wine
It is necessary to worry
In general the years pass the same way
Since Plato nothing has changed
Hey Mr. President
It's not a matter of life or death
With love and understanding
It would be all different
Pastry chef to your cakes
Gardener to your garden
Soldier to your barracks
And the future to live
In general the years pass the same
Since Plato nothing has changed