El Alma Llena De Banderas

There, beneath the earth,
you are not asleep, brother, companion.
Your heart hears the spring sprouting
that, like you, the winds will blow.

There buried facing the sun,
the new earth covers your seed,
the deep root will sink
and the flower of the new day will be born.

At your wounded feet will arrive,
the hands of the humble, will arrive
sowing.
Your death will bring many lives,
and where you were going, they will go,
singing.

There where the criminal hides
your name offers the rich many names.
The one who burned your wings in flight
will not extinguish the fire of the poor.

Here brother, here on earth,
the soul fills with flags
that advance,
against fear,
they advance,
we will overcome.