I will step on the streets again
of what was bloody Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated square
I will stop to cry for the absent ones.
I will come from the burning desert
and I will leave the forests and the lakes
and I will evoke in a hill of Santiago
to my brothers who died before.
I joined the one who did a lot and little
who wants the liberated homeland
I will shoot from the first bullets
sooner than later without rest
the books will return the songs
that burned the killer hands
my people will be reborn from their ruin
and the traitors will pay their guilt.
A child will play in a mall
and will sing with your new friends
and that song will be the song of the floor
to a life cut in La Moneda.
I will step on the streets again
of what was bloody Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated square
I will stop to cry for the absent ones.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)