América

America in my eyes
its people in my hands
you are the nest of my notes,
and my warmth

the guilty smiles
of those who flaunt a lot
but who no longer feel
your pain...

pain...
your veins and your pain...
your tired arms, now

the bare feet
of hungry children
do not move or have moved
those who believe
they are the owners of this world
owners of dreams
until the scorching lava
sprouts from your mouth!!!

let no one open your heart anymore...
enough, enough of pain...

... and I have seen that from the pillar
of illusions
only suns have grown that do not warm
or lights that shine

the defeat is total
my soul does not want to sing
it only wishes they give it a minute
to breathe...

and the greatest longing
gave way to hope
the idea and the fire demand
rebellion!!!

rebellion!!!
of nameless men
of those who have nothing;
but of those who earn
your fraternal embrace,
America...

we contemplate
with burning helplessness
that massacre
of innocent victims...and with rage (antonio negri)