Lagrimas de Sangre
Los Muertos de Cristo
Tears of Blood
What's wrong with you, Manuel?
What do you think, woman?
Tired of working, and we have nothing to eat
Calm down, Manuel, everything has its end
But when, my love, if life falters before me
Some live the good life, at the expense of others
And we, in misfortune, only have dreams left
Dreams of a thousand colors that my soul wants to take
Dreams so distant that the new day will bring you
While they smile, others have to cry
Tears of blood, flowing into the sea
An uncertain sea of misery and disillusion
A captive sea, like the worker of the boss!
Worker, raise your liberating fist
Striking fearlessly at the exploitative tyrant
Worker, wake up, don't miss the opportunity
To write history for a new generation!
Farewell, Manuel
I will never forget you
Flowers on your grave
Placed by your woman
Calm down, Manuel, everything has its end
That murderous club lies next to you!
Tears of blood
Tears of blood
Tears of blood
Tears of blood
Worker, raise (tears of blood) your liberating fist
Striking fearlessly (tears of blood) at the exploitative tyrant
Worker, wake up (tears of blood), don't miss the opportunity
To write history (tears of blood) for a new generation!
