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Victor Jara

Arlo Guthrie
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OriginaleTraduzione spagnola dal blog di Gustavo Sierra Fernández
VICTOR JARA

Victor Jara of Chile, he lived like a shooting star,
He fought for the people of Chile, with his songs and his guitar.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Victor Jara was a peasant, he worked from a few years old,
He sat upon his father's plough and he watched the earth unfold.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

When the neighbours had a wedding, or one of their children died,
His mother sand all night for them, with Victor by her side.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

And he grew to be a fighter, against the people's wrongs,
He listened to their grief and joy he turned them into songs,
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

He sang about the copper miners, and those who worked the land,
He sang for the factory workers, and they knew he was their man.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

He campaigned for Allende, working night and day,
He sang take hold of you brother's hand, the future begins today.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

The bloody generals seized Chile, they arrested Victor then,
They caged him in a stadium, with five-thousand frightened men.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Victor stood in the stadium, his voice was brave and strong,
He sang for his fellow prisoners, until the guards cut short his song.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

They broke the bones in both his hands, they beat his lovely head,
They tortured him with electric shocks, after two long days of torture
they shot him dead.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Now the generals rule Chile, and British have their thanks,
For they rule with Hawker Hunters, and they rule with Chieftain tanks.
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.

Victor Jara of Chile, you lived like a shooting star,
You fought for the people of Chile, with your songs and your guitar,
And his hands were gentle, his hands were strong.
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong.
VÍCTOR JARA

Víctor Jara de Chile
vivió como una estrella fugaz.
Luchó por el pueblo de Chile
con sus canciones y su guitarra.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Víctor Jara fue un campesino,
trabajó desde pequeño,
se sentó sobre el arado de su padre
y vio revelarse la tierra.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Cuando los vecinos celebraron una boda
o uno de sus hijos murió,
su madre pasó toda la noche cantando para ellos
con Víctor a su lado.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Creció para ser un luchador
contra los males del pueblo,
escuchó sus penas y alegrías
y las convirtió en canciones.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Cantó sobre los mineros del cobre
y sobre aquellos que trabajaban la tierra;
cantó sobre los obreros industriales
y ellos supieron que él era su hombre.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Hizo campaña por Allende,
trabajando día y noche;
cantó "Coge la mano de tu hermano;
sabes que el futuro comienza hoy".
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Entonces los generales apresaron a Víctor,
arrestaron a Víctor y después
le enjaularon en un estadio
con cinco mil hombres asustados.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Víctor permaneció en el estadio,
su voz era valiente fuerte
y cantó por sus compañeros de prisión
hasta que los guardias cortaron su canción.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Le rompieron los huesos de ambas manos,
le golpearon la cabeza,
le rasgaron con descargas eléctricas,
y después le mataron de un disparo.
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes.

Ahora los generales gobiernan Chile
y los británicos se lo agradecen
porque gobiernan con halconeros
y gobiernan con los tanques del cacique.
Sus manos eran suaves,
sus manos eran fuertes.


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