Tu llegarás oliendo a madrugada
a musgo y a camino.
Traerás aún hojas desconocidas
enredadas al pelo.
Y no estarás cansado.
Pero yo besaré
tus ojos de cóndor
hasta secar la última lágrima,
la última gota de sangre,
y con ramos de veranera y de bellísima
limpiaré la pólvora
que aún quede entre tus manos.
"Cantos de cuna y de batalla". Virginia Grütter Jiménez
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend. And so once again you are fighting us all. And when I ask you why You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall. Oh, my friend How did you come
To
trade the fiddle for the drum?
You say I have turned
Like
the enemies you've earned.
But I can remember
All the good
things you are.
And so I ask you please
Can I help you find the
peace and the star.
Oh, my friend
What time is this
To trade
the handshake for the fist?
And so once again
Oh, America
my friend
And so once again
You are fighting us all
And when
we ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall.
Oh,
my friend
How did you come
To trade the fiddle for the
drum?
You say we have turned
Like the enemies you've
earned.
But we can remember
All the good things you are.
And
so we ask you please
Can we help you find the peace and the
star.
Oh my friend
We have all come
To fear the beating of
your drum.
