Canto a La Libertad

There will be a day
When all
Upon lifting our gaze
We will see a land
That brings freedom

Brother, here is my hand
My forehead will be yours
And your usual gesture
Will fall without rising
Hurricanes of fear
Before freedom

We will make the path
On the same path
Joining our shoulders
To lift up
Those who fell
Shouting for freedom

The bells will ring
From the bell towers
And the deserted fields
Will grow again
Some tall spikes
Ready for bread

For a bread that throughout the centuries
Was never shared
Among all those
Who did everything possible
To push history
Towards freedom

It will also be possible
That on that beautiful morning
Neither you, nor I, nor the other
Will see it arrive
But we must strive
For it to happen

Let it be like a wind
That uproots the weeds
Bringing forth the truth
And clearing the paths
Of centuries of destruction
Against freedom