Por Aquí Pasaron

Through the roads of Ayacucho, heart of the town
Where on December ninth, the cry was freedom
Through those same roads, heart of the town
They passed through and never returned
All those who went
Towards Uchuraccay
Eight red roses, heart of the town
From the stem were cut in Uchuraccay
For each rose a star, heart of the town
Now shine in the sky of Uchuraccay
And how it happened
And how it occurred
They passed through here and never returned
Those who went towards Uchuraccay

January 26, 1983, so many years of silence
And injustice, Rreto, Mendivil, De la Piniella, Sedano
Sánchez, García, Gavilán, Infante, Argumedo
They say they left and never returned
For us, neither silence nor complicit forgetfulness
Because they are always present
Present and alive in our hearts

Martyrs of the news, who in search of the truth
Only found death in Uchuraccay
Freedom is not killed, with knives or daggers
Nor with shovels or machetes in Uchuraccay
And how it happened
And how it occurred
They passed through here and never returned
Those who went towards Uchuraccay
Freedom, justice, freedom