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"