La represión - parte 2

The air is filling up,
it's filling up with accents,
all the communists
they would like to have them imprisoned.
On the streets a
black premonition is emerging,
because they would like to kill them
as soon as they can do it,
in sorrows and agonies,
with prolonged silence;
a drizzle of blood
wets the face of the people.

Let the pack loose,
unleash their dogs,
deaths or persecutions
do not intimidate the people.
Let no one shed tears,
let no one wet handkerchiefs,
tighten more in the fist
the truth of suffering.
But let the fearmongers
not be mistaken,
neither prisons nor chains
intimidate the people.