Vientos de Pueblo

Once again they want to stain
My land with working-class blood
Those who speak of freedom
And have blackened hands

Those who want to divide
The mother from her children
And want to rebuild
The cross that Christ carried

They want to hide the infamy
That they inherited for centuries
But the color of murderers
Won't be erased from their faces

Thousands and thousands have already
Given their blood
And in generous streams
They multiplied the loaves

Now I want to live
With my son and my brother
The spring that we all
Are building daily

I'm not afraid of the threat
Owners of misery
The star of hope
Will continue to be ours

Winds of the people call me
Winds of the people carry me
They scatter my heart
And fan my throat
So the poet will sing
As long as my soul resonates
Along the paths of the people
From now on and forever