Será Posible El Sur
Mercedes Sosa
Is the South Possible
Is the south possible? Is it possible
So many stray bullets to the heart of the people
So many mothers involved in the crazy word
And all the memory in a prison
Is the south possible? Is it possible
So much fallen winter on the last face
Of my brother, so little salary laughing
Brazenly and on the empty plate the executioner waiting
My territory that once revolves
In the darkness of that question
Of that question:
Is the south possible? Is it possible?
If it looked in the mirror, would it recognize itself?
