Words - these words of freedom
A bequest - never to be silenced


In this world of lies, the truth, it means resistance
To make the masses see and sense their needs


He healed so many aching hearts and wounds
And threw back the baseness - back to where it came from


Aspired from the middle of his brothers
Charged this suffering and oppression
One single voice became a storm

His words and melodies - the weapon they fear

Threw back the baseness - back from where it came


Nobody is chosen to suffer
Nobody is destined to rule

Gagged his mouth but not his songs, the songs we sing
Fettered his hands but not the words he wrote
These songs we'll sing!


"Silence and screams are the end of my song." - Victor Jara