El Aparecido
Victor Jara
The Apparition
He opens paths through the hills,
Leaves his mark in the wind,
The eagle gives him flight
And silence shelters him.
He never complained about the cold,
He never complained about sleep,
The poor feel his steps
And follow him like a blind man.
Run, run, run,
Here, there, everywhere,
Run, run, run,
Run because they will kill you,
Run, run, run.
His head is crowned
By crows with golden claws,
How the fury of the powerful
Has crucified him.
Son of rebellion,
Twenty more twenty follow him,
Because he gives his life away
They want to kill him.
Run, run, run,
Here, there, everywhere,
Run, run, run,
Run because they will kill you,
Run, run, run.
A man will fall with the twilight,
A man and his logbook will also fall
In the darkness of a well.
Fisherman in the sand,
Prisoner in the seagull,
His death will fall abused,
His mineral death
And the seed that had not yet sprouted.
