Estadio Chile

We are five thousand here
In this small part of the city
We are five thousand
How many are we in total
In the cities and in the whole country?
We are here
Ten thousand hands that sow
And make the factories run
How much humanity
With hunger, cold, panic, pain
Moral pressure, terror, and madness

Six of ours were lost
In the space of the stars
One dead, one beaten as I never believed
A human being could be beaten
The other four wanted to rid themselves
Of all fears
One jumping into the void
Another hitting his head against a wall
But all with the fixed gaze of death

What horror the face of fascism causes!
They carry out their plans with artful precision
Without caring about anything
For them, blood is medals
Massacre is an act of heroism

Is this the world you created, my God?
For this, your seven days of wonder and work?
In these four walls, there is only a number
That does not progress
That will slowly want death

But suddenly my conscience strikes me
And I see this lifeless tide
But with the pulse of machines
And the military showing their matronly face
Full of sweetness

And Mexico, Cuba, and the world?
Let them shout out this ignominy!
We are ten thousand hands
That do not produce

How many are we in the whole country?
The blood of the comrade president
Hits harder than bombs and bullets
So our fist will strike again

I sing, how badly I sing
When I have to sing of horror
Horror like the one I live
Like the one I die, horror

To see myself among so many and such
Moments of infinity
Where silence and the scream
Are the goals of this song

What I never saw
What I have felt and what I feel
Will make the moment sprout