El Aparecido
Inti-Illimani
The Apparition
He opens paths through the hills
Leaves his mark in the wind
The eagle gives him flight
And silence shelters him
He never complained about the cold
He never complained about sleep
The poor feel his steps
And follow him like blind
Run, run, run
Here, there, everywhere
Run, run, run
Run because they will kill you
Run, run, run
His head is crowned
By crows with golden claws
As the fury of the powerful
Has crucified him
Son of rebellion
Twenty more twenty follow him
Because he gives his life
They want to kill him
