El puente
Rasta Chala
The Bridge
June 26 morning
The dew glosses the city
Trembling, a leaf was guessing
In Claypole, winter tightens more
Guernica remained silent from screaming
It's time for them to start listening
Marching side by side, comrades
who upon reaching the bridge were brothers
blood brothers of valor
the heart grew larger
Bandanas as the only armor
wood against gunpowder and metal
hatred and love clashed
Abel, Cain in the Bible of our history
Another log in Babylon
It was when he emerged from hell
he put on the suit that suited him best
the cap hiding horns didn't work
the people saw the greatest cowardice
A leader falls into the ambush
Jesus resurrected in Avellaneda
don't ever abandon a wounded brother
even if it breaks your heart
Night of that June 26
And a desperate crowd gathers
Argentina is born
And from Monte Chingolo to Don Orione
there are angels shining light on the poor
you see jackal, it's not easy to kill
They both live, they will sprout in our land...
They both live, they will sprout in our land...
