La Resurrección
Silvio Rodriguez
The Resurrection
With dust from Arauco
with stone from the Aztec
with blood from the slave
it's the resurrection.
That lights up butterflies
and throws them to the wind
that gives the volcano its coca
and the thunder its song.
The sun has been hoisted
by its first dreams
howling waking up
for the convocation.
The dust with the dust
the stone with the stone
they come together like faces
and the city emerges.
The ancient mountain range
draws the spell
and sharpens to the wind
canting freedom.
The warriors return
to the cry of the earth
once again the legend
becomes reality.
Today I should count to a hundred.
The dust without lies
of stones with entrails
knowing that life
is tough as it is.
The dead do not miss
their appointment with dawn
the dead have mouths
and heart and feet.
The dead have arrived
time summons them
the dead are stars
that have no reverse.
The dead are stars
that have no reverse.
