La Represión

Comrade persecuted
The party will return,
From the depths of the homeland
With vigor it will be reborn.

From the badly wounded worker
Who went to die in Pisagua
His proletarian memory
Will live on in the people.

The homeland weeps
For its fallen sons by deadly bullet,
They couldn't even know
What freedom is.

Massacred peasant
In Ranquil or Lonquimay
With your blood, new furrows
Will be traced by the whole people.

And in the bloodied square
The dove will remain.
It's Ramona who has died
Her courage will endure.