Vientos Del Pueblo

Once again they want to stain
my land with worker's blood
those who speak of freedom
and have black hands.

Those who want to divide
the mother from her children
and want to rebuild
the cross that Christ dragged.

They want to hide the infamy
that they inherited for centuries,
but the color of murderers
will not erase from their faces.

Thousands and thousands have already
shed their blood
and in generous streams
multiplied the loaves.

Now I want to live
with my son and my brother
the spring that we all
are building daily.

I'm not afraid of the threat,
the bosses of misery,
the star of hope
will continue to be ours.

Winds of the people call me,
winds of the people carry me,
they scatter my heart
and fan my throat.

So the poet will sing
as long as my soul sounds
through the paths of the people
from now on and forever