Letras de Victor Jara - Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara (original)

Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs and his guitar
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Victor Jara was a peasant
Who worked from a few years old
He sat upon his father’s plow
And watched the earth unfold
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Now when the neighbors had a wedding
Or one of their children died
His mother sang all night for them
With Victor by her side
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He grew up to be a fighter
Against the people’s wrongs
He listened to their grief and joy
And turned them into songs
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He sang about the copper miners
And those who worked the land
He sang about the factory workers
And they knew he was their man
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
He campaigned for Allende
Working night and day
He sang, «take hold of your brother’s hand
The future begins today»
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Then the generals seized Chile
They arrested Victor then
They caged him in a stadium
With five thousand frightened men
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Victor stood in the stadium
His voice was brave and strong
And he sang for his fellow prisoners
'Til the guards cut short his song
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
They broke the bones in both his hands
They beat him on the head
They tore him with electric shocks
And then they shot him dead
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
And he fought for the people of Chile
With his songs and his guitar
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong
His hands were gentle, his hands were strong

(traducción)

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 era un campesino
Que trabajó desde algunos años
Se sentó en el arado de su padre
Y vi la tierra desplegarse
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Ahora cuando los vecinos tenían una boda
O uno de sus hijos murió
Su madre cantó toda la noche 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
Él escuchó su dolor y alegría
Y las convirtió en canciones
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Cantó sobre los mineros del cobre
Y los que labraban la tierra
Cantó sobre los trabajadores de la fábrica.
Y sabían que él era su hombre
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Hizo campaña por Allende
Trabajando noche y dia
Cantó, «toma la mano de tu hermano
El futuro comienza hoy»
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Entonces los generales se apoderaron de Chile
Entonces arrestaron a Víctor
Lo enjaularon en un estadio
Con cinco mil hombres asustados
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Víctor se paró en el estadio
Su voz era valiente y fuerte.
Y cantó para sus compañeros de prisión
Hasta que los guardias acortaron su canción
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Le rompieron los huesos de ambas manos
Lo golpearon en la cabeza
Lo desgarraron con descargas eléctricas
Y luego lo mataron a tiros
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Víctor Jara de Chile
Vivió como una estrella fugaz
Y luchó por el pueblo de Chile
Con sus canciones y su guitarra
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes
Sus manos eran suaves, sus manos eran fuertes