Canción A Víctor

Wheat and corn were your voice,
Hand of the sower,
Soul of copper, bread and coal,
Child of time and the sun.

Your song was a flower of metal,
A shout of the crowd,
A weapon in the worker's fist,
Wind from the north and the south.

You fell there with a thousand others
When pain was born,
Sickle and hammer, your heart
Opened red with life.

The people will water you
In a garden of light,
You will be the clarion of struggle and love,
A song of Chile you will be!