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I'll tread the streets again
of what once was Santiago (Homs) bloodstained
and in a beautiful released square
I'll stop to mourn for the absent.
I'll come scorching desert
and I'll come out the woods and the lakes
and in a hill of Santiago (Homs)
I'll evoke my brothers who died before.
I united to the one who did a lot and little
to the one that wants the homeland liberated
I'll shoot the first bullets
more sooner than later, without rest
will come back the books, the songs
that were burned by the killer hands
my people will be reborn from its ruin
and the traitors will pay their guilt.
A child will play in a tree lined avenue
and he will sing with his new friends
and that chant will be the chant of the soil
to a life reaped at La Moneda (Homs streets).
I'll tread the streets again
of what once was Santiago (Homs) bloodstained
and in a beautiful released square
I'll stop to mourn for the absent.