Yo Pisaré Las Calles Nuevamente

I will walk the streets again
Of what was a bloodied Santiago
And in a beautiful liberated square
I will stop to cry for the absent ones

I will come from the scorching desert
And I will emerge from the forests and lakes
And I will evoke on a hill in Santiago
My brothers who died before

United with those who did much and little
With those who want the liberated homeland
I will shoot the first bullets
Sooner rather than later, without rest

The books will return, the songs
That were burned by murderous hands
My people will rise from their ruin
And the traitors will pay for their guilt

A child will play in an avenue
And will sing with new friends
And that song will be the song of the land
To a life cut short in the coin

I will walk the streets again
Of what was a bloodied Santiago
And in a beautiful liberated square
I will stop to cry for the absent ones