Monseñor
Filocalia
Monsignor
With one ear to the people
And the other to the Gospel
Crossing valleys and hills
Monsignor keeps walking
He wears a flower on his chest
White like a cactus bloom
Neither storms nor frost
Will dim its color
Chorus
They can wound, they can kill
But they won't silence the truth
They'll slander, they'll chase
But love will prevail
In the darkest years
A light will be his voice
He'll denounce injustice
He won't silence oppression
The deadly dictatorship
Will try to silence his mission
Over death and hatred
Love must triumph
The Moon trembles in the blood
The rays of the Sun shake
On the peaks of Llanos
Death dances to its tune
The henchmen are carrying out
Their infamous conspiracy
While on the shoulders of an angel
Monsignor ascends to heaven
A gray shroud of silence
The dictatorship wove
They buried his memory
Distorted his voice
But in the soul of the people
A stubborn memory beats
His name like a flag
Of justice and peace
