Canta Francisco

In the eyes of the poor
In the face of the world
I see Francisco
Lost in love

He's indigenous, a worker
He's black, he's Latino
Young, woman
Farmer and minor

There's a time only of passion, cry, and tenderness
Calling for the changes that the people await
Justice for the small, order of the gospel
Rebuilds the church in the passion of the poor

There are naked children in this armed peace
There, Francisco, people being persecuted
There are marked youth without a roof, nor dreams
There's a continent being oppressed

With empty hands, solidarity
With those who fear losing nothing more
Defend with death, dignity
With the stubbornness that builds peace

Sing, Francisco, in the way of the poor
Everything you dared to change
Sing a new dream, a dream of hope
That freedom will come

Sing, Francisco, with the voice of the poor
Everything you dared to change
Sing a new dream, a child's dream
New heaven and earth will come

There are Claras, marginalized Franciscos
Singing of the liberation of America
Children without homes are brothers of the world
For peace on Earth, they suffer birth and cross

Francisco, image of a God made poor
Denunciation, hope, prophecy, and sing
Overcomes with courage the empire of death
With arms around life on a mission in History

Francisco, child and man of sorrows
Rebuilds the church throughout the world
In the fraternity that brings justice
In the revolution that announces the dawn

Sing, Francisco, in the way of the poor
Everything you dared to change
Sing a new dream, a dream of hope
That freedom will come

Sing, Francisco, with the voice of the poor
Everything you dared to change
Sing a new dream, a child's dream
New heaven and earth will come

Sing, Francisco, in the way of the poor
Everything you dared to change
Sing a new dream, a dream of hope
That freedom will come