Lyrics of Vientos del Pueblo - Victor Jara, Inti Illimani

Vientos del Pueblo (original)

De nuevo quieren manchar
mi tierra con sangre obrera
los que hablan de libertad
y tienen las manos negras.
Los que quieren dividir
a la madre de sus hijos
y quieren reconstruir
la cruz que arrastrara Cristo.
Quieren ocultar la infamia
que legaron desde siglos,
pero el color de asesinos
no borrarán de su cara.
Ya fueron miles y miles
los que entregaron su sangre
y en caudales generosos
multiplicaron los panes.
Ahora quiero vivir
junto a mi hijo y mi hermano
la primavera que todos
vamos construyendo a diario.
No me asusta la amenaza,
patrones de la miseria,
la estrella de la esperanza
continuará siendo nuestra.
Vientos del pueblo me llaman,
vientos del pueblo me llevan,
me esparcen el corazón
y me aventan la garganta.
Así cantará el poeta
mientras el alma me suene
por los caminos del pueblo
desde ahora y para siempre.

(translation)

Again they want to stain
my land with working class blood
those who speak of freedom
and they have black hands.
those who want to divide
to the mother of his children
and they want to rebuild
the cross that Christ carried.
They want to hide the infamy
that bequeathed from centuries,
but the color of killers
they will not erase from your face.
There were already thousands and thousands
those who gave their blood
and in generous amounts
they multiplied the loaves.
now i want to live
with my son and my brother
the spring that all
We are building daily.
I am not afraid of the threat,
patterns Of Misery,
the star of hope
will continue to be ours.
Winds of the people call me,
town winds carry me,
they scatter my heart
and they throw my throat.
So the poet will sing
as long as my soul sounds
along the roads of the town
from now and forever.