Sube a Nacer Conmigo Hermano

Rise and be born with me brother
Give me your hand from the deep zone
Of your disseminated pain
You will not return... from the depths of the rocks
You will not return... from the underground time
Your hardened voice will not return
Your eyes drilled will not return
Rise and be born with me brother

Look at me from the depths of the earth
Farmer, weaver, silent shepherd
Tamer of protective guanacos
Mason of the challenged scaffold

Water carrier of Andean tears
Jeweler of crushed fingers
Trembling farmer in the seed
Potter spilled in your clay
Bring to the cup of this new life
Your old buried pains
Rise and be born with me brother

Show me your blood and your furrow
Tell me: "...here I was punished!..."
Because the jewel did not shine or the earth
Did not deliver the stone or the grain on time
Point out the stone on which you fell
And the wood on which they crucified you
Light up the old flints
The old lamps, the stuck whips
Through the centuries in the wounds
And the axes of bloodstained shine
I come to speak for your dead mouth

Tell me everything, chain by chain
Link by link, step by step
Sharpen the knives you kept
Put them on my chest and in my hand
Like a river of yellow rays
Like a river of buried tigers
And let me cry
Hours, days, years
Blind ages, stellar centuries