El Pueblo* (o Paseaba El Pueblo Sus Banderas Rojas)

The town walked with its red flags
And among them on the stone they touched
I was in the tumultuous journey
And in the high songs of the struggle.
I saw how step by step they conquered.
Only their resistance was the way,
And isolated they were like broken pieces
Of a star, without mouths and without shine.
Together in the unity made in silence,
They were the fire, the indestructible song,
The slow step of man on earth
Made depths and battles.
They were the dignity that fought
What was trampled, and awakened
Like a system, the order of their lives
That knocked on the door and sat
In the central room with their flags.