Somos Pájaros Libres

We are free birds.
Brother, it's late already.
Let's fly to the summit!

How many paths does
the man travel without rest?
And he dies on the way
without finding freedom.

How many times in the night
will the soldier cry?
He must fulfill the order,
he was taught to kill.

How long must poverty
be endured?
Hunger is a dark well,
as deep as the sea.

I am not who I am,
I am who I will be.
If my hands are dirty,
the wind will clean them.