(English Translation by Jorge Calderon)



My personal revenge will be the right

Of our children in the schools and in the gardens

My personal revenge will be to give you

This song which has flourished without panic

My personal revenge will be to show you

The kindness in the eyes of my people

Who have always fought relentlessly in battle

And been generous and firm in victory



My personal revenge will be to tell you good morning

On a street without beggars or homeless

When instead of jailing you I suggest

You shake away the sadness there that blinds you

And when you who have applied your hands in torture

Are unable to look up at what surrounds you

My personal revenge will be to give you

These hands that once you so mistreated

But have failed to take away their tenderness



It was the people who hated you the most

When rage became the language of their song

And underneath the skin of this town today

Its heart has been scarred forevermore



It was the people who hated you the most

When rage became the language of their song

And underneath the skin of this town today

Its heart has been scarred forevermore

And underneath the skin of this town today

Red and black, its heart's been scarred

Forevermore