Juan Sin Tierra

I'm going to sing the ballad
Of a man who went to war
And walked wounded in the mountains
To conquer his land.
I met him in battle
And amidst all the gunfire
He who is a revolutionary
Can die anywhere.
And the general told us
Fight with great courage
We will give you land
When there's distribution.

We will not forget the courage of Victor Jara
Always facing repression
They cut off his fingers and his tongue
And even in death he shouted: Revolution.

Emiliano Zapata shouted. I want land and freedom
And the government laughed
When they were going to bury him
My father was a farm laborer
And I a revolutionary
My children set up shops
And my grandson is a civil servant
Fly, fly little dove
Perch on that fig tree
And here ends the ballad
Of the so-called: Juan without land

We will not forget the courage of Victor Jara
Always facing repression
They cut off his fingers and his tongue
And even in death he shouted: Revolution

Revolution, revolution, revolution
Victor Jara sang