Vientos del Pueblo - Victor Jara, Inti Illimani

De nuevo quieren manchar

mi tierra con sangre obrera

los que hablan de libertad

y tienen las manos negras.

Los que quieren dividir

a la madre de sus hijos

y quieren reconstruir

la cruz que arrastrara Cristo.

Quieren ocultar la infamia

que legaron desde siglos,

pero el color de asesinos

no borrarán de su cara.

Ya fueron miles y miles

los que entregaron su sangre

y en caudales generosos

multiplicaron los panes.

Ahora quiero vivir

junto a mi hijo y mi hermano

la primavera que todos

vamos construyendo a diario.

No me asusta la amenaza,

patrones de la miseria,

la estrella de la esperanza

continuará siendo nuestra.

Vientos del pueblo me llaman,

vientos del pueblo me llevan,

me esparcen el corazón

y me aventan la garganta.

Así cantará el poeta

mientras el alma me suene

por los caminos del pueblo

desde ahora y para siempre.

Again they want to stain

my land with working class blood

those who speak of freedom

and they have black hands.

those who want to divide

to the mother of his children

and they want to rebuild

the cross that Christ carried.

They want to hide the infamy

that bequeathed from centuries,

but the color of killers

they will not erase from your face.

There were already thousands and thousands

those who gave their blood

and in generous amounts

they multiplied the loaves.

now i want to live

with my son and my brother

the spring that all

We are building daily.

I am not afraid of the threat,

patterns Of Misery,

the star of hope

will continue to be ours.

Winds of the people call me,

town winds carry me,

they scatter my heart

and they throw my throat.

So the poet will sing

as long as my soul sounds

along the roads of the town

from now and forever.