La Péna

Ryan Harvey
Lingua: Inglese

Coup d'état in Chile
Kissinger's CIA
Well-armed gangs of Fascists
Augusto Pinochet

They took the students from the campus
Shot 'em in a line
The bitter fruits of progress
Rotting on the vine

Víctor Jara died a hero
In an economic war
His fingers crushed and broken
He lay singing on the floor

I'm sickened by this history
My country's bloody hands
To market fruit and copper
They filled the stadium

You know your wife smuggled out your records
With a Swedish TV crew
Got 'em re-reprinted in Europe
Resurrected you

Now there's beautiful social centers
That never knew your name
That sprouted from the survivors
Driven out by Pinochet

And your songs are still sung around the world today

I've never been to Chile
Never smelled the air
Never felt the force of history
That's buried there

But I've heard Violeta Parra's
"Porque Los Pobres No Tienen"
Seen the exiles in La Péna
Singing "A Desalambrar!"

I don't wanna be a hero
I don't wanna die alone
I wanna be a wise man
I wanna see how much we grow

"What horror fascism creates!
They carry out their plans
With knife-like precision.
Nothing matters to them

To them, blood equals medals,
Slaughter, an act of heroism.
Oh God, is this the world that you made
For this your seven days of wonder?"

Victor Jara died in Chile
But his songs survived
He sang the culture of a movement
Who's dream is still alive

And his songs are still sung around the world today.

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