El Carretero
Victor Jara
The Cart Driver
Down a beaten path
Goes the cart creaking
The wind flutters
Among the clover leaves
My life is just beaten
Winds and silence
I walk the same path
With my team I come and go
The evening dances in the clouds
Covering the hills in blood
A crown of vultures
Accompanies the cart driver
Sometimes I lose track while
My heart skips a beat
When will my life have the path I want?
A flutter of shadows
Lengthens the silence
As if sinking into the night
The cart keeps creaking
I also open the earth
And with it, I open my faith
Hurry up, black team
Dawn is breaking!
