Estadio Chile

We are 5
000 - here in this little part of the city
We are 5, 000 - how many more will there be?
In the whole city, and in the country 10
000 hands which could seed the fields
Make run the factories
How much humanity - now with hunger, pain
Panic and terror?

There are six of us - lost
In space among the stars one dead
One beaten like I never believed a
Human could be so beaten
The other four wanting to
Leave all the terror one leaping into space
Other beating their heads against the wall
All with gazes fixed on death
The military carry out their
Plans with precision
Blood is medals for them
Slaughter is the badge of heroism
Oh my God - is this the world you created?
Was it for this, the seven days
Of amazement and toil?

The blood of companero Presidente
Is stronger than bombs
Is stronger than machine guns o you song
You come out so badly when I
Must sing - the terror!
What I see I never saw what I have felt
And what I feel must come out!
"Hara brotar el momento! Hara
Brotar el momento!"