Al Pie De La Cruz Del Valle
Victor Jara
At the Foot of the Valley's Cross
At the foot of the valley's cross
She always comes to pray
When the dark clouds, oh,
Announce the storm
And when I approach her,
She goes and goes.
Tomorrow when the troop
Rests at the foot of the cross,
Some brave soldier, oh,
Will defend her virtue
I will no longer see from her eyes
The light, the light.
Noble Chilean heart,
Do not despair, no,
With an inhuman disdain, oh,
That the girl offered you
And the ungrateful one did not say
Goodbye, goodbye.
