Tupac Amaru

Man of indigenous America, think of him as a song
May his spilled blood incite you and not be in vain
May his Christian torture reclaim history over time, because a race today calls out to you
Tupac Amaru has not died!

Bound hand and foot, your suffering began
Your fault was being rebellious to the visitor Areche

They accused you of heresy, for having an indigenous soul
And they dismembered your body and all of Cuzco was dying

An entire people followed you, defenseless and persecuted
Indigenous and mestizos, also submissive Creoles

The church turned its back on you for proclaiming yourself the leader
And invoked their highest to make your children pay

The fight was bloody and hard, and uneven at the beginning
And you laid down your arms, avoiding genocide

Before your death came your children and faithful wife
In a merciful and far from painful way

They orphaned a race, killing their ideals
And with native blood, they wash away their cowardly guilt

Although they burned your body, faithful mourners of the cross
Did not extinguish your message
Tupac Amaru
Tupac Amaru
Tupac Amaru