Hermano
Mercedes Sosa
Brother
Look brother how you're singing
The whole earth listens to you with me
From the furrow to the canyon
From the wind to the wood
From time to tenderness
Of true life
Because it's necessary to have
A spilled heart
Tatters of old dreams
That are being forgotten
From the shout to the prayer
From the fire to the memory
That the man in living pain
Sings the blood of his history
And when at the end
Your heart remains silent
You will be a people feeling
For a miraculous singer
