Herminda de la Victoria
Victor Jara
Herminda of Victory
Herminda of Victory
passed away without a fight
straight to glory she went
with a heart full of wounds.
The bullets from the orders
killed the innocent one
mothers and brothers cried
in the midst of the crowd.
Brothers were made of all,
brothers in misfortune
fighting against the wolves
fighting for a home.
Herminda of Victory
was born in the middle of the mud
grew up like a butterfly
on a seized land.
We built the community
and three winters have poured down,
Herminda in our hearts
we'll keep your memory.
