Again they want to stain
my land with working blood
those who talk about freedom
and they have black hands.
Those who want to divide
to the mother of her children
and they want to rebuild
the cross that Christ would drag.
They want to hide the infamy
that they bequeathed for centuries,
but the color of murderers
they will not erase from your face.
There have already been thousands and thousands
those who gave their blood
and in generous flows
they multiplied the loaves.
Now I want to live
next to my son and my brother
the spring that all
We are building daily.
The threat does not scare me,
patterns of misery,
the star of hope
will continue to be ours.
Winds from the town call me,
the winds of the people take me,
they scatter my heart
and they throw my throat.
This is how the poet will sing
as long as the soul sounds
on the roads of the village
from now on and forever
Only among all we can make this a better place :)