Madres Latinas
José de Molina
Latin Mothers
To give birth, Latin mothers
To give birth to more guerrillas
They will sow gardens
Where there were landfills
Oh, Latin America
How can you bear
That they kill your men
Who want to liberate you
Poor violated America
By the corrupted sword
Your children are falling
Like wounded phoenixes
To foreigners and countrymen
Who come to exploit us
With weapons in hand
We will respond
From the mountains of Bolivia
From Guerrero to Michoacán
The blood comes roaring
In pursuit of freedom
In the factory and the church
In fields and universities
The seed of the rebel
Has begun to sprout
