Victor Jara
Miscellaneous
To Luis Emilio Recabarren
I place my singer's guitar in your open hands
Miners' hammer, the farmer's plow
Recabarren, Luis Emilio Recabarren,
I simply give thanks for your light.
With the wind, with the wind of the pampas,
your voice blows through the center and through the South.
Tree of so much hope, you were born in the middle of the sun.
Your fruit ripens and sings, towards liberation.
Recabarren, Luis Emilio Recabarren,
I simply give thanks for your light.
With the wind, with the wind of the pampa,
your voice blows through the center and the south.
Recabarren, Luis Emilio Recabarren,
I simply give thanks for your light.
With the wind, with the wind of the pampas,
your voice blows through the center and through the South.

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