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 d**h
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"